She watches, sitting in her car – as she has done many times before, but in front of a mirror – she watches as Mary Margaret kisses the hell out of her David, his hands pressed on the back of her jacket, her tremendous mint green hat popping in a splash of color.
I will always find you.
She narrows her eyes, waiting for her imminent doom – but this time, the rainbow wave doesn't come.
True love's kiss can break any curse.
Then she relaxes – she remembers an old, dusty page – Mary Margaret and David are both cursed, and it doesn't work.