Sunday Night: Storybrooke

Regina shivered in the cold damp air of the cemetery. It was completely dark out, and the moon was barely visible through the storm clouds. It was probably not the best idea to come out here so late at night but she didn't care. Who else did she have to turn to?

She stepped across the dewy grass towards her family mausoleum and entered the room that was even darker than it was outside. There were small lights installed on the walls but she didn't feel the need to turn them on, her eyes were already adjusting. She stood just inside the doorway hugging herself, staring down at her father's tombstone.

Henry Mills

Seeing the name dragged the pain back in full force. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. If it hadn't been for the words "Beloved Father", this tombstone could easily look like it was for her son. As if she had really lost him not to Emma, but to death; and she had only made up the story of Henry moving to Boston with Emma to make herself feel better. Knowing Henry was alive and happy was much nicer than thinking he was simply gone from the world forever.

Regina shook her head, why was she thinking like this? She rubbed her forehead trying to get the images of a now lifeless Henry out of her head. Henry was alive and well. Henry was with Emma. Henry was happy. It wasn't just a story it was the truth, and this tombstone was her father's, not her son's.

She decided instead to go downstairs to visit Daniel.

When she reached the glass coffin she looked heartbrokenly down at the man who still looked perfect even though it had been decades since his passing. She placed her palm on the glass and didn't even try to stop the tears that were escaping through her lashes. How had her life turned out this way? When she was young and still with Daniel, she had imagined herself growing old with him, being surrounded by children and being happy until the day she died. But instead she had gotten a life full of misery, disappointment and betrayal.

Regina found herself sitting on the floor beside the coffin, her head resting against the side of it and her arms wrapped around her waist. There was no one here to witness her despair so she didn't hold back as heavy sobs overtook her body and fresh tears streamed down her face.

Regina blinked her eyes open groggily. The light from the room pierced her vision as she tried to take in her surroundings. Her muscles ached and her legs felt numb. She rubbed her arms as the cold hit her. She must have fallen asleep next to Daniel.

She checked the time and sucked in her breath as she realized it was four o'clock in the morning.

Her body protested as she pulled herself into a standing position to head home. She wasn't looking forward to the short journey back, but it had to be done unless she wanted to spend the rest of the night in the graveyard. Before leaving she placed a kiss to her fingers and pressed them gently against the glass of the coffin.

"Goodbye Daniel," she whispered.

Driving home through the barren streets of Storybrooke, the loneliness crept back into her heart. By the time she had reached her dark and empty house her vision was blurred by more tears. As she entered the silent building she realized that her life was destined to be like this until the end.

Her last hope for happiness had been Henry, but he was gone, he didn't need her anymore.

And she no longer had anything to live for.

Monday: Boston (Present)

"She what?!" Emma exclaimed into the phone, then realizing Henry was watching her she composed herself. She walked across the room and lowered her voice. "How is she? Is she going to be okay?"

"I'm sorry Emma I don't know anything yet. David was able to wake her up and I think she got a lot of the drugs out of her system but I'd have to wait to hear what Doctor Whale says before I can tell you for certain. But I'm sure she's going to be fine."

"Let's hope you're right," Emma glanced over at Henry who was kneeling on the couch and leaning over the back of it to watch her conversation. When he saw her expression he slid off the couch and approached her.

"What is it? Something's wrong. Is it my mom? Is she okay?"

Emma apologetically held her hand up to him to indicate that she was listening to Mary Margaret.

"Emma!" Henry pleaded.

Emma covered the phone with her hand and whispered, "just a minute okay?"

"Tell me what's going on!" Henry whispered back.

Emma held her finger to her lips. "Sorry Mary Margaret, could you repeat that?"

"I said Regina's lucky she made it this far. But the fact that she did tells me that she is going to make it. Just be careful with the way you tell Henry." She dropped her voice. "We don't want him thinking this was his fault."

"No of course not."

"Good luck, I'm sorry you have to be the one to tell him."

"It's okay, I'd rather it be me."

"Hey are you guys still going to come up here today? I think it would do both Regina and Henry a world of good."

"Yeah I think we'd better." Emma shook her head at the turn this day had taken.

"Great, well I guess I'll talk to you later? I'll call you with any updates."

"Thanks Mary Margaret." Emma said, hanging up the phone.

"Emma what did she say? What's going on?" Henry asked.

Emma frowned. She doubted there was any good way of telling him his mother had tried to commit suicide. She placed a hand on his shoulder and led him back over to the couch.

"Henry... something's happened. Regina... your mom... she's in the hospital."

Henry's eyes widened, "What? Why what happened to her?"

"Well she uh... you see... she swallowed a lot of pills and it made her sick."

"What do you mean? Was it an accident?"

Emma sighed, she'd never had a conversation like this before. At least not with a kid. How much could a ten year old handle? "I don't know. But she's in good hands now. The doctors will take really good care of her I promise."

"Emma is my mom gonna die?" Henry asked, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

"No. No Henry's she's not going to die," Emma said softly, pulling him into a hug. "She's going to be just fine."

"You really think so?"

"Of course I do," Emma ruffled his hair before he pulled back, looking up at her desperately.

"Now can we leave? We should have left already! She's hurt! I want to see her, please Emma we have to go!" Henry stood up and tugged on her hand so she would stand too.

"Yeah kid we can go. Why don't you go grab a few things and meet me back here in ten minutes?"

"Okay," Henry ran off and Emma watched him sadly. This was not what she had expected when she had brought Henry back here.