DEALING WITH THE LOOKS
Everybody looked at me like I was some type of monster, including my son, and I should be used to this by now, but I wasn't. I was mad, but for once, I was made with someone who wasn't Snow. Yes, it was her who kissed me and said "I love Regina, I always did", but I wasn't angry at her. Throughout our entire relationship, she looked at me with love, compassion, sadness and yes, hate, but that was justified, after all, I took her baby away from her. Yes, she started all this madness, but it was the rest of the people who looked at me like I was the villain here, not her.
The reason I hated her, the real one, was different, but I always said it was just because of Daniel. Obviously, I lied. There was something more. I was mourning him, of course, and I was like my apple tree: trapped in a place where I was uninvited. I was the outcast, and apart from the feelings I was experiencing, like the sadness, the misery, the pain, the loneliness… there was something more. Sometimes, it was impossible for me to look her in the eye, because her eyes were just like his, and it was an illusion, but I saw in her green eyes the same looks: like I was nothing, like I deserved that, like…
The looks, our eyes are something more powerful than we think. There was a war inside of my mind: a part of me wanted to be completely different, to stay day and night in her arms, protected from the hate outside; but another part couldn't forget all those horrible nights, the cold, the suffering. It wasn't Snow's fault, after all, she was not the one raping me, but I made her the target, and I loathed myself for that. I didn't deserve her love, her care. I destroyed her life, her happiness. Now she had to deal with an angry husband and an angry daughter, I cared more than I wanted to admit. I wanted to love her fully, but the nightmares, the pain incrusted in my heart… that was impossible to erase. She needed someone able to worship her, and I wasn't capable of that, because I knew her more and before the rest, I knew her dark side, just like she knew mine.
"Hi, um… I'm Snow. Well, I… I just wanted to tell you that… I arranged everything with David and… well… I'm sleeping in my car, so if you want to see me or… so-something, maybe y-you could… meet me in the b-beach, it would be… nice, yes. Bye". The message ended up and I felt angry. Was she sleeping in that damn car? She was the princess! No, wait, THE QUEEN, SHE WAS THE QUEEN! I couldn't let her sleep in her car, so I texted her.
"Hello, I'm Regina, I'm gonna meet you at the beach and you're gonna come to me, you're gonna sleep with me and we'll find a way to fix this mess. You've never let me drown, it's my turn to save you now"
Hii!, It's me, again! Thank you so so so so much for the support. Would you want me to do a cover for the story? How should it be?
