AN: It's back to Emma, let's see how she reacted to Regina's phone call shall we? This chapter and the next are going to take place at the same time so we can see both ladies point of veiw. I had a lot of trouble with this one, so it's pretty short and I don't know how I feel about it. So on that note…Enjoy!

Chapter Twenty-One (Emma's POV)

I had been completely sidelined. I never would have thought that Regina would have ended things the way she did. We had been fine, great actually and while I understood that she needed time and space after her fathers death, I wasn't ready to let her go. I would never be ready to let her go. I was devestated and all I wanted to do was lay down and cry.

Well, it took me about ten minutes of feeling sorry for myself after Regina's call to become infuriated. I was pissed. She couldn't be with me because she loved me too much? That was a big load of bull shit if I had ever heard it. She expected me to just stay there and take care of her farm? No way, she had lost her mind if she thought I could do that.

She was everywhere, her perfume on my bed, the buttons of her favorite denim shirt laid on the kitchen table so that she could fix it when she got the time, the note she had written for me the morning after our first night together. Worst of all she had given me her house. Really? I couldn't even dream of going back there, that's the last place I held her. I had said goodbye and told her I would wait there for her. In that moment though, the thought of going anywhere near that house sickened me.

If I stayed where I was, I could ingored the subtle clues that she had ever been there. Going back to her house would mean seeing her everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I couldn't handle that.

I loved her, that was the real problem. I loved her too much because even after she had broken me completely I still needed her so badly. I would not chase her though that had been decided. I was going to text her to come get Ro and I was going to Texas. I had to get away, had to forget that summer ever happened.

I packed a bag and made sure Ro had enough feed to last him a day or two then I was ready to go. There was only one problem. I had this sickening hope inside of me that Regina would come back. Hell she could have been on a plane right that insant, I hoped so at least. Hope was the worst, I had learned that early on, if you hope for something to be true it almost never is. The only thing I had ever hoped for that I had gotten was Regina, and that had ended so well.

"Wait until morning," I told myself outloud.

If she hadn't tried to contact me by morning I would leave. I already had my bag packed and a map laid out of the route I was going to follow to Texas, it wouldn't be that hard for me to get up and go. The waiting to leave was going to be the hard part it seemed.

I had tried watching television for an hour before my body screamed at me to get up and do something. So I had mowed the lawn, at least when Regina came to get Ro the yard would look nice. After that I had washed Ro down and gave him a good brushing, even though I was pissed and heartbroken her deserved to look good. Then I had repatched the porch roof because my amateur job at the beginning of the summer hadn't held up to the lastest storm. By that time, it was late enough to eat supper so I had dumped a can of potato soup into a pot and fixed myself the worst supper I had had all summer.

When it was finally time for me to sleep, I couldn't. The anger that had been so strong that morning had seemed to widdle its way down to just a simmering aggravation that did little to fill the hole inside of me. I had laid upon my bed only to jump up and rip off all the sheets seconds later because her stupid fucking bodywash made everything smell like her for days. I closed my eyes, but just like the night I had spent without her weeks before, I couldn't find sleep. I couldn't even bear cuddling with my pillow, because it wasn't her and it would probably never be her again.

I rounded out the night with a round of ugly loud sobs that ripped from my throat forcefully. They left my throat sore and aching, but Iwas grateful for the pain because it dulled the emotional turmoil that I was spiralling quickly into. I had ended up crying myself to sleep and waking with a terrible headache.

It was morning, and I still wasn't sure that I was ready to leave, but I had to. I couldn't stay because that would only be torture to myself. I had waited until morning and I hadn't heard from her so it was time to leave. First though I needed a shower to try to get rid of that headache and wake myself up.

I stayed under the hot water until it began to turn cold, figuring that it would be the last shower I would have for a while. I tried my hardest to hold back the tears as I dried off and put on a fresh outfit. It was happening, I was leaving and Regina was gone. My worst fears from the beginning of the summer had came to fruition. I had told myself from the time I had decided to persue something with her that she would break my heart, but I had also told myself that she would be worth it. I still believed she was, I was mad and hurt, but loving her for a short time was worth every second of heartbreak that I was about to experience.

I looked around my place one last time and walked to the bed to collect my bag and phone. I tried to tell myself not to check it, it was probably no use anyway. I knew she wasn't going to call. When I unlocked it though and pulled down the notification bar there was a missed call from Regina's number. My heart was racing as I quickly tapped the notification to return the call. I can't believe I had taken a shower! She had tried to call and I had missed it! That didn't matter though, she had tried to call; that is what mattered.

I listen anxiously as it rang once, twice, three times. Pacing in front of my bed and fighting back the tears that grew thicker in my eyes with every ring that went unanswered. She had probably just butt dialed me, she had sat down on her phone and called. What if she hadn't though? What if she had really tried to call me and was just unable to answer me back. She could have been in the shower too, or taking care of something to do with her father. I mean I had missed her call so maybe that was what happened.

I had more hope in that moment than I had the night before and I would be damned if I was going anywhere until I heard from her again. So I left a message telling her to call me back, or even text me and tell me it was a mistake just to give me an explanation. I knew that she would answer as soon as she was done doing whatever she was doing that caused her not to answer my call. Hope was a stupid thing that filled you up so much you couldn't see the negative side of what was sure to happen, and I hated it.

I waited until five o'clock, each hour brought a new wave of disapointment and saddness along with it. She wasn't coming, she wasn't calling, and I needed to get started before I got too sleepy to at least drive out of town.

So I picked up my old backpack and started down the stairs. I stopped to pet Rocinante for the final time and refilled his feed. I kissed his long nose and tried to walk out without turning back to look at him. When I did just that though he nodded his head, as if to tell me that he understood why I couldn't stay there. I made a painful sweep through her house just to make sure that all the lights were off and the windows were locked. It wasn't at all to slip a bottle of her perfume into my bag, I wouldn't do that. Not at all. I made my way onto the front porch with a heavy heart and burning eyes. I had just turned to look the door when I heard a car coming up the driveway.

There was that hope again, I knew that it was probably Robin or someone from town coming to take over the farm, considering that I had texted Regina and told her that I was going to Texas. I pulled the door shut and leaned my head against it, I wasn't ready. The farm was home, just not without her.

"Emma," A soft velvet voice called from the driveway.

Great I was hearing things, I was broken into delusion. "I love you," I whispered as a tear fell onto the wood of the porch.

"Emma." The voice called again. I took a deep breath and turned around, ready to face the empty yard.

My heart stopped completely at the sight of a yellow cab backing out of the driveway, and an anxious looking woman keeping a safe distance away from me.

"Regina?" I questioned tearfully. There was a nod in reply and a step taken towards me.

Turns out hope was an okay thing, she was back. Regina was back.

AN: SO? I'm thinking like two or three more chapters so if you guys have any requests for me, let me know. I love you all!