"Maybe this is it," Regina sipped on her wine, filling her tongue with the lightest burn. Warmth filled her belly first and she turned her red-rimmed eyes towards her ex-wife. "Maybe this is all that's left between us now. Hostility under the guise of cordiality and we're just picking at carcass of what we once had. And frankly, Emma I am just so tired of being in love with you…"