Song prompt: Pretending by Lea Michele and Cory Monteith
"You're staring at her again," Tink whispered just to Regina's left. Frightened, the brunette jumped a little before turning brown eyes, ones previously so keenly concentrated on a certain blonde sheriff, to the ex-fairy sitting next to her outside of Granny's. "I don't understand why you two won't get over yourselves and just admit that you belong together. This pretending to like each other only as much as acquaintances would like each other is getting old." She raises her glass and studies the brunette as she takes a sip of the hard lemonade. "This party would be the perfect time to come out Regina. I mean, think of the aneurysm you'd give Snow. I do remember you wanting her head on a plate."
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh but I do. You both are so ridiculously in love with each other. And I'm not the only one who's noticed. There's an ongoing bet between Ruby, the dwarves, and Scarlett on just how long it will take for the two of you to combust and give in. I actually don't know how Snow hasn't noticed at this point."
Regina remains silent: her eyes flit back over to the blonde a few tables away. She watches Emma smile at the people she talks to and laugh at something no doubt ridiculous that has just come out of David's mouth. She looks so… happy. Regina's just about to turn back to Tink when emerald eyes meet hers for only a brief second.
But that second is enough for her to notice the emotions clouding green orbs: Longing. But also pain.
"It can't happen," Regina whispers, her eyes turning to Tink again. "It can never happen."