Why you wanna do this?
Don't want to see you in my phone
Leave me alone
"Just get your stuff and leave, Emma," Regina sighed, reaching up and rubbing her eyes. "I'm tired of this."
"Me too."
So Emma went upstairs and grabbed the rest of her things, but on her way out the door, Regina grabbed her arm just a little too hard.
"Hold on," she said. "Henry's going to lose his mind if I make you move out."
"What are you doing, Regina?" Emma gasped, nearly dropping her wrinkled pile of clothes on the floor..
"I'm just saying. He's going to be broken."
"And what do you propose we do about that?"
"Maybe we should just fake it just a little bit longer, you know?"
"Fake it?" Emma breathed. "Just leave me alone, Regina. Stop fucking with me. Leave. Me. Alone. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't even look at me if I'm around."
"You don't think we should do this for Henry?"
"I think it's going to mess him up more if we fight all the time."
"At least we're not fighting in front of him."
"What does he think is the reason for me moving back to Snow's?"
"I told him you stopped loving me."
"What the Hell!" Emma screamed. "Why would you lie to him like that?"
"Shh! He's upstairs, Emma! He's going to hear you!"
"Why? Why would you do that?"
"Because I'm tired of people thinking I'm the bad guy."
"You are the bad guy. You're as evil as they come. Don't you get that? You'll never be anything else. You're cruel. You're wicked."
"You don't know me," Regina retorted.
"I know you enough."
I know how you're operating
Only come around when you know that I need it
Cut out my heart and you leave me bleeding
You're the only one that brings out the demon
"Why don't we just ease him into this? We should tell him we're just taking a break first. It won't hurt him as much."
"You really think we should draw this out?" Emma asked, sighing and clutching her pile of clothes to her chest.
"I think we should try to hurt him as little as possible."
"I don't think this is the right way to do it."
"And what about you?"
"Huh?"
"You need me," Regina mused. "Don't you want to be eased into this, too?"
"Shut up. You have no idea what this is like for me."
"Do I care?"
"I don't know. Do you?"
Regina paused, feeling her heart start to throb for a reason she couldn't understand.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "I don't know."
Like pills you grab a hold of me
One hit just makes me want you more
Until we're in a motel room
Locked up behind closed doors
"So you're going to pretend to love me?" Emma asked, looking deeply into Regina's eyes for the answer.
"I can try."
"What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"You tell me."
But Emma didn't want to know.
"Well, for starters -"
"Nevermind. Just don't. I'm leaving, okay? I'm not going to pretend to be your lover and lie to my son. You're the liar, not me."
"You're pathetic. Don't you want to make this easier on him?"
With a sigh, Emma fought the urge to scream and embraced her feelings of disappointment instead.
"Yes. All right. I'll do it."
"Good. You're not a complete imbecile."
"Please just stop."
Before Regina could come up with a rebuttal, their son descended the stairs.
"Mom, what's going on?" he asked curiously, wondering why their expressions were so harsh.
"Nothing, sweetie," Regina told him, faking a smile. "We're just talking."
With that, she leaned in and kissed Emma's cheek, slowly, as to be convincing. When Henry kept staring awkwardly, Regina moved closer to her former lover and pressed their lips together in a slow, tender kiss, and didn't pull away.
"Gross!" Henry exclaimed, stomping into the living room.
Once they were alone, Emma whispered, "Why are you doing this?"
"Maybe I'm having fun."
"I'm not a toy."
"Sure you are."
"This is ridiculous."
"Do you really want me to stop?"
Emma was tongue-tied.
