31/10/17
Their drive down busy roads and flashing lights had been filled with hums resonating from the blonde as she sang along to the radio, laughter filling the closed space that surrounded the two and eye rolls that seemed to build a bridge that would force an inevitable bondage between the two.
Emma only found the huffs and sighs that her driver would blow into the encased surroundings amusing. They even seemed spur her on ever so slightly, and eventually Regina felt hums that matched the rhythm of the music swimming in her throat (although not loud enough for Emma to have heard). It all felt rather unusual to the brunette who had fingers tapping along to beats against the leather of the wheel.
But now they were parked, both slamming the doors of black metal into the sides of the car that thrummed a loud clamping sound into the empty parking lot. Regina searched through her purse, for nothing in particular – waiting for her blonde counterpart to awkwardly dance to the other side of the parked vehicle.
"It's just around the corner from here," she smiled, hands reaching into back pockets and tongue poking out to wet the lips that were drying almost too quickly. Regina nodded, keeping a satiny frown on her lips. Not wanting to give anything away, and most certainly not wanting to feed into the already building ego that the blonde was bubbling from inside. She hadn't wanted to let out how much she enjoyed the company of the younger woman, only wanting to make it seem as though she were here as a favour to Emma, not because she actually wanted to be there.
"What did you need to get?" Emma asked through the silence. Both women walking in unison to exit the lot and round the corner Emma had mentioned before.
"Hm?" Regina was looking to her phone, eyebrows furrowed at the question.
"You said you wanted to come to town today, what do you need to get?" the younger actress followed up, her head ducking slightly so to try and get Regina's focus.
The brunette slipped her phone back into the purse that hung from her arm, a redness staining her chest and rising to wash her throat. She hadn't thought that far. She hadn't any reason to come to town at all, but her blonde friend was waiting curiously for a reply that seemed to never come.
"I need a new dress," she started, mumbling her response in hopes Emma would drop the topic.
"Is that for the party?" Emma asked instead of dropping anything, her hands riding in her back pockets still, but her eyes never for one second leaving Regina. The brunette could feel the burn of green pools splashing waterfalls down her body, but she daren't stare back. She sighed again, looking round at their surroundings, noticing now how dingy their location had been. Her nose wrinkling in disgust at the lack of upkeep. Finally nodding, Regina met Emma's glare.
"This place hardly feels safe Emma," she warned, eyes darting all around her as nerves kicked in. This truly was how it all ends. The blonde snorted at the remark, green eyes finally releasing the death grip they had on the brunette and spotting the diner just up over a small hill.
"It's not that bad, I used to come here all the time as a kid," she reminisced. Smiling a half smile that pushed her dimples to dent her cheeks. Regina smiled at the glowing look of nostalgia the blonde had on, removing her glare to distract herself with something else before she was caught. "Plus, it means we can have a moments peace without any pap's coming for us," she laughed again, stopping just in front of the white fence that marked off the building. That part was true, no way would the two be found here.
Regina eyed the venue, it was a charming establishment. Far better than what she had expected would come of a place like this. Her eyes crossed over the blonde who was still smiling. Seeing Emma stood so happy made her feel untimely guilty, realising now how much she sounded like her mother, always judging and never seeing.
"What?" she bit out, letting the guilt bleed into her words and viciously be spat out to Emma who's smile never wavered.
"Nothing,"
Regina scoffed at the blatant lie, there was clearly something on the blonde's mind, but she hadn't the need nor the patience to find that out, so instead she marched up the path and pushed open the glass door. Followed instantly by Emma who was greeted loudly by a much older looking woman with grey hair and round glasses that made her look like one of the grandmothers from storybooks Regina had read to Henry as a child.
The blonde had a beaming smile plastering her cheeks, and open arms as she accepted the warm greeting from the woman who'd come running from behind the counter. The brunette felt a little awkward, shuffling around on her feet, eyeing the almost empty diner. Noticing now that perhaps the smallish silence would be beneficial to her. She hadn't had time to ask questions or process the conversation between the two women in front of her before a second, much younger, woman came running out in heels that looked sharp enough to be used as a weapon and shorts that were riding far enough up her pale legs that Regina could only imagine how they stayed put.
"Emma!" the brunette called out, hugging and pulling at the blonde like a bear who hadn't seen it's cub in years. Regina couldn't help the lump that was forming quickly in her throat as she watched the three happy women welcome each other, smiling and laughing with one another.
"Regina," Emma called enthusiastically, looking back and holding out a hand. The white-haired lady and the brunette stood awaiting the actress's reaction. So, Regina took the hand held out to her, feeling a slight squeeze at the contact and a flutter of her heart in her chest. "Regina, this is Ruby and Granny, they own the diner" Emma smiled through her words. And Regina tried her best to mimic the expression. But inertly feared the smile to look as pained and forced as it felt.
The two woman hadn't seemed to notice or mind, and in fact the taller and younger of the two stood with her mouth gaped wide open.
"Oh my god," she whispered, bouncing on her heeled toes, "Regina Mills," she squeezed out. Eyes darting between the blonde, then the brunette, then the two hands that were being held and then back to the brunette again. "I am the biggest fan of yours. This is a huge honour oh my god," she was squeamish, and her hands were clasping together so tightly under her chin that her finger tips were turning an even whiter shade of white. Regina got awkward swallowing past the fire in her throat whilst still trying to keep her smile just as shiny as Emma's seemed to be. And then her eyes darted down to where their fingers were still clinging onto one another. She hadn't the energy to remove the hold.
"Ruby, chill," Emma laughed, eyeing Regina a little who was shaking her head in thanks.
"Really, the pleasure's all mine. I hadn't realised Emma was so close knitted with the owners," she laughed, Granny smiled a proud smile before speaking up.
"Well some would call it family," Emma smiled even wider then, squeezing slightly on Regina's fingers. Bringing back a small amount of feeling in the brunette who stood wide eyed and awkward still. "Now, what can we get you?"
The two made their orders and finally sat down in one of the red chaired booths. Making small talk with Ruby who had joined them before she'd been called back to actually do her job. She left with a final smile to Regina, and a playful bat at Emma's arm as she insisted that she visit more often.
Emma turned to Regina who was picking at the greens on her plate, dark eyes grazing over their surroundings and then over to two women who hadn't stopped smiling since their arrival.
"Granny took me in, she gave me a job and place to sleep when I was young. And Me and Ruby, we basically grew up together because of it so yeah, they're the closest thing I have to family," Emma offered, after looking at Regina's quizzical glare. The brunette hadn't wanted to pry but had wanted to understand, so she was thankful that Emma explained without her having to ask.
"They seem like good people," Regina replied with a smallish smile. Noting how happy Emma seemed to be around them and selfishly thinking back to the devil who laid in wait for her at home.
"Yeah they are," Emma spoke through mouthfuls of burger, digging into the bun and peeling back the lettuce that seemed to just keep slipping out whenever she would dare go near the meal. "And about this Christmas party," Emma started but was stopped by the wave of an un-gloved hand.
"You needn't think about that, I've already explained that it's nothing," the older woman let her smile drip to a frown as her eyes meshed into the salad that sat near enough untouched beneath her.
"Well Cora doesn't seem to think it's nothing," Emma whined, rolling her eyes. There was something strange about hearing the blonde voice her mothers name and it forced Regina to look back up to a still smiling Emma. Regina sighed, hands resting on the table top.
"You're really that desperate to attend?" she asked, eyebrows rising in question. Thinking back to the obvious threats her mother had been making over dinner. Emma nodded furiously. Shoving a few fries into her mouth, a move that only made Regina want to laugh. But she bit back the smile and looked away instead.
"Fine if it really means that much to you. I don't know the exact date but it's mid-November time," she breathed out in defeat. Goddamn her mother for bringing it up, and goddamn Emma for being so stupidly persistent.
"Does this mean I get to help you pick out a dress?" Emma teased, her dimples coming out of hiding once more as her smile grew wider and her lips closed around the last bite of her burger. Regina had to physically force her eyes to sit back on her salad.
"That won't be necessary."
"Oh, come on Regina, I thought we were best friends now," Emma laughed, throwing a fry onto the salad that sat sadly unwanted on the table. Regina huffed out in frustration, her eyes squeezing shut as the continued giggle from Emma echoed around the diner.
"I am perfectly capable of picking out an outfit by myself thank you very much," she grumbled, pushing the salad aside and scrunching up her napkin to throw alongside it.
Emma held out her hands in defeat, "Hey, you're the one that invited me out remember?" Regina did remember, she'd never done anything more stupid and now she sat quite literally facing the consequence. The brunette let an audible groan slip from the red of her lips, eyes rolling in unison to the sound.
"You can come with me, but I hardly trust your style judgements," Regina sighed again, eyeing up Emma's washed out blue jeans, and the stupid red leather jacket that seemed to be permanently stuck to her.
"I can be fashionable," she argued, pouting. Regina felt a small smile spread her painted lips and it only made Emma pout all the more. "And less of the attitude or I'll leave you here all alone," Emma's leathered arms crossed abruptly over her chest, resting on the table as she shoved her plate forward with the movement. Remembering where they were Regina rolled her eyes again, neither wanting to be left alone or wanting to give Emma the satisfaction of thinking that she could be so easily humoured.
Emma let out a wince of happiness, licking her lips with the tip of her tongue as she finished what was left of her meal. A few times eyeing the salad that Regina still hadn't taken a bite out.
They'd driven in silence once more, bar the music echoing from the radio and the crashing sounds of wind against metal, because apparently it being the coldest time of year hadn't at all mattered to an Emma who had her hand surfing the winds to the beat of the song. Regina side eyeing the woman who was slumped back into the black cushions of the seat. Her hair splayed out as a golden contrast to the darkness, strands flying around her chest as the wind ravished in beats through the window.
She subtly turned the music a little higher when the song changed to something slower. She hadn't caught the name, but she'd liked the tune and she noticed Emma perk up immediately as this new song started playing. Her hand still floating around, safely, outside of the vehicle and her lips miming the lyrics. Regina's lips curved at the edges, but she shook her hair to cover the evidence of the smile that she couldn't make fade if she tried.
The two had travelled to the higher ends of town, an immediate change in upkeep and scenery made Regina sigh in relief and made Emma laugh at the brunettes noticeable relaxed hums. But then there was a flash of a phone in pale hands, and a drop of the smile Emma had held proudly only moments before.
Regina looked over to make sure Emma hadn't passed out, for the sudden stillness was starting to worry her slightly. But green eyes were picking at the glass screen below her, shoulders scrunched into her neck and her legs still from bouncing to the music.
"Is everything okay?" Regina croaked, turning into the parking lot. She hadn't received an
immediate reply but felt shuffling beside her.
"Yeah," Emma lied through gritted teeth, smiling tightly through the darkness that the parking lot had thrown them into. Regina let the conversation die for the time she spent finding somewhere to park, but then turned in the same motion as turning the engine off when they'd settled into a place.
"Why do you do that?" she asked, trying to speak as kindly as she could, but realising even that came out sharp and bity.
Emma shuffled around in her seat, placing her phone down in between her thighs, where she caught Regina's eyes follow and linger for a moment. "Do what?" she asked, remaining as placid as possible.
"There always seems to be something on your phone that instantly upsets you, and then you just shrink," Regina sighed, gesturing to how Emma had slumped into herself in the moving around.
"No, I don't," the blonde argued, eyebrows furrowing as she shifted in the seat. Pushing her shoulders out as if to prove some stupid point.
"Yes, you do,"
Emma sighed, fingers picking at the edge of the leather seat as her eyes tried to look anywhere other than the brunette.
"No, I don't," she mewed unbuckling her seatbelt and shoving her way out of the car. Regina heaved out another sigh that she thought was big enough to last an entire life time.
Gracefully stepping out onto the concrete floor and joining Emma who was stood smaller than she'd been before. Regina's eyes fluttered shut before she made her next move. Her hand halting before reaching out to stroke at the red leather on Emma's back. The blonde jumping for only a second before she fell more into the touch. The move only making her hair fall back onto tanned hands. Regina had to freeze her circling movements as she felt the sudden urge to run fingers through the strands of curled gold. And then she released her grip, entirely too quickly, and it suddenly made everything feel weird.
"Did you need anything today?" the brunette asked, walking at a faster pace than usual to guide the two from the darkness and into the busy streets that gleamed with a snowy kind of sun.
"No, but I'm excited to help you out," Emma smiled, finally perking up a bit from a few moments before.
"We'll see how much help you can be," Regina teased, a smile that she finally let fall free made the blonde laugh out a breathy kind of laugh.
They walked side by side for a few moments longer in a comfortable kind of silence. Regina nearly having toppled over in her heels when a tightened grip pulled aggressively at her wrist. Her back slamming hard into the wall of a darkened alley, her front being pressed at just as hostilely by the weight of a certain blonde's body.
"Emma-" she shouted, but her words were muffled when the same hand that had yanked her away from walking was clasping around her mouth. Cold fingertips brushing at the red on her lips, Regina noticed how the blonde was careful in the way she didn't smudge the makeup beneath her hold.
"Wait," Emma whispered, looking directly into dark eyes and waiting for a signal that she wasn't going to scream bloody murder. Regina let out a sigh, feeling the air trace swirls against the palm on her lips. Emma took the sign and released her grip.
Green eyes had been pulled from looking into Regina's, darting to search the area that was somewhere in the near distance. But Regina suddenly found it hard to focus on what it was Emma had been looking for or hiding from or whatever the hell she was doing because there was a knee pressing right between her thighs. An exposed chest was pressed onto hers and she was sure there was a hand wrapped under her coat, denting her hips to keep her in place.
Regina's head fell hard against the wall as she tried to adjust the compromising position, but Emma must have thought she was trying to escape for the blonde only pushed down harder. Regina let out a gasp as her hands moved from digging into the wall to stop Emma's knee from rising any higher.
Manicured fingertips clawing into red leather.
The blonde looked back then. Letting the grip Regina had on her pull her even slightly closer than she had made herself become. She hadn't meant to fall into such close proximity with the brunette, but she'd been in an adrenalized panic, and this was the best she could do in the three seconds she had to hide both herself and the brunette.
"This is awfully inappropriate Miss Swan," the brunette said through tight lips, her stomach liquifying into lava like liquid and her head spinning with thoughts she hadn't wanted to think.
Regina's already dark eyes were swelling into a black the longer she dared stare at the blonde who held her captive. Seeing out the corner of her eye the free hand that Emma had swinging at her side move to press just beside where her head was resting. The blonde smirked.
"They're gone now," Emma breathed out, looking away from the glare to let her eyes mesh into the lips she had held moments before. Her own one's parting as a breath of air slipped in a cloud of white ice.
"They?" Regina questioned, not moving still and instead tightening the hold she had on the cheap leather.
Emma felt the tug of approval, gulping down the fire in her throat. She let out a shaky breath before she moved away from the older woman. Stepping back and instantly shoving her hands in her pockets, eyes looking back to where they had searched once before.
"Just some people I know that I can't really be bothered to see today," she sighed out, smiling back to Regina who didn't look convinced.
"I was just shoved into some filthy alley with you, because you haven't the energy to speak with people today?" Regina marked her words with a little more bite than before, regaining some breath and some control of her movements. Brushing down on her dress and pulling at her jacket. "And not to mention how much worse you would have just made my back pains," she grumbled out, feeling a little more frustrated now that she had her mind in the right place.
"I can help ease some of that pain," Emma smirked into her words, stepping forwards with an ounce more confidence. Regina rolled her eyes.
"I'm in no mood Miss Swan," even with tongue sharpening the words, Emma's smirk was still smugly sat on her cheeks. "Am I free to go officer?" she mocked, throwing her hand out to the sidewalk they'd just ran from, her eyebrows rising as she tried her best to let the sarcasm leak into the words. But then she sighed at how playful her response must have sounded, for the blonde only laughed all the more.
Emma gestured beside her, letting Regina walk by and lead the way to their first round of shops.
Emma found herself relaxed back into a white cushioned one-seater, head resting on her hand as she waited patiently for Regina to finish dressing. They'd been in here for a while now and this must have been the fifth dress Regina had tried on in the past hour or so. Emma had liked them all, each one as dazzling as the next (more times than not she would have to hide the blush that would flash red on her cheeks whenever Regina would display herself), but Regina was picky, and she knew what she wanted.
There was a loud sigh and a groan that was unmistakeably Regina coming from behind the wooden door. Emma let out a laugh as she adjusted her position in the seat. "Everything okay in there," she mused, waiting for Regina to stop sighing to herself and just explain what was wrong.
"Yes, everything is perfectly fine thank you."
"Yeah sounds it," Emma laughed off her words, leaning forward in the chair so that her elbows were resting heavily on her thighs.
She was about to make another stupid joke, but the door swung open, and Regina was finally stood in view once more. The blonde's jaw fell open. Her eyes melting into the frame of the tanned woman, ignoring the red-faced expression the actress held and instead hungrily taking bites into the material that clung so tightly to her figure. This was by far her favourite one. Her eyes fell to the chest that was so nearly in full view as the pink lacy material on top would only cover so much skin, leaving her tanned arms to be naked in the open space. And the skirt, the red laced skirt had slits cut from thighs to calves, giving only a hint of the silky skin that lay beneath. There was only a breath of air that escaped her lips before Regina had shifted the weight on her feet.
"I can't zip it all the way," she grumbled out, swallowing hard into the ravenous glare from eyes that had turned into a much darker shade of green. She pulled at the lacy material to fit better around her form, Emma laughed at how much of an angry five-year-old she looked.
"Turn around," Emma finally found her voice, standing to face Regina.
"Why?"
"So I can zip you up," the blonde smiled through her words, Regina rolled her eyes once more, but followed the instructions, looking forward into the mirror. Watching as the younger woman cautiously approached her, after taking a much longer than needed glance of the outfit from behind.
She jumped as she felt the tips of cold knuckles press against her skin, slowly following the zip line the rest of the way up from where she had left it at her lower back. She went still when Emma's hand brushed down on the fabric, following the train the zip had just followed. Green eyes moving along with her fingers, Regina's owl darkened pools fluttering shut.
"You should get this one," Emma gulped out, her free hand coming up to feel the pale lace that lay on top of tanned shoulders, pretending to smooth out the material. She watched as Regina leant a little into the touch, her eyes were open now and they watched the dance of fingertips on her skin.
But then Regina noticed something that she hadn't expected to see, only a small glimmer of something she'd hoped she'd made up.
Turning immediately on her toes, she received a surprised gasp from Emma as she caught the hand that had been circling her skin just moments before.
She rolled up the leather, looking back down to the wrist and hoping to god this hadn't been what it looked like.
Bruised marks of different shades of purple and brown had been painted in aggressive strokes across her wrist, and what looked to be just edging up her arm ever so slightly. Emma's eyes widened, and she tried to release herself from the grip, but the brunette held on tight enough that she could get another few seconds to glare at the marks.
"What the hell are those?" she asked, her shriek wildly too loud for the smallish building they stood in. Eyes and ears on them in an instant. Emma's face flushed a crimson red as she tried to cover up the wrist once more.
"Oh that? It's nothing," Emma tried to laugh it off, but her reaction was watery with hidden tears.
"What are they from?" Regina insisted, hands melding into her hips.
"we should be heading back, we've been here-" Emma whispered.
"What you should be doing is telling me what those bruises are from," Regina argued, lowering her tone a large amount so to stop the prying ears from niggling into the private conversation.
"Regina, leave it will you?" Emma pleaded, her hands folding into her sides as her arms crossed over one another.
"Give me one good reason why I should," Her mind was immediately falling to the worst possible reason for the cause of the wounds and god how it made her blood boil with a rage so hot she swore steam would come bursting from her at any given minute.
"Because it's none of your business," Emma argued back now, getting a little more impatient with this conversation not ending in the way she would have liked.
"That's not a valid reason, Emma," she bit out, arms crossed over in frustration. She looked over the blonde who was cowering back into herself. She was biting down on her lip till she could taste blood, hands restless in any position they found themselves in.
Regina let out a silent breath of air, realising completley too late that blowing up in the blonde's face hadn't been the best reaction. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" she didn't know how to finish her sentence, so she left it, wobbling around on the balls of her feet. Emma slumped at the attempted apology, eyes closing shut.
"Can we just pay for the dress and go?" she mumbled, looking up to Regina with the saddest pair of eyes that threatened to burst into tears if Emma would just let them slip free, she wanted to ball her into a hug. But now didn't seem an appropriate time. "Please," she hushed out, the brunette nodded quickly, letting Emma unzip her and re-dressing as fast as she could so that the two of them could escape the building that started to feel unbearably stuffy.
They'd driven back in complete silence, not even the radio playing in the background. The window was up, and Emma was looking in any direction that hadn't been Regina for the entire journey home. The brunette just knew that the second she'd pull into the drive; the blonde would be up and out of her sights without having even been given a chance to do so much as breath.
So when they fell into traffic she took what little opportunity she had and spoke up.
"I didn't handle that at all well…and I'm sorry," she whispered, licking at her lips and suddenly feeling a lump the weight of coal lodged in her throat. Emma shrugged, but daren't look to the dark eyes that were boring into her side. "Can you talk to me," she pleaded, hands rubbing hard into the leather of the wheel.
"There's nothing to say," Emma sighed out. "It's not what you think it is."
"Then just explain to me what it's from and we can be done with this all."
Emma rolled her eyes that still looked ready to form waterfalls of tears. But she didn't reply.
"And the fact that you have no explanation is exactly what worries me," Regina continued, eyes squaring into the blonde beside her.
"Why do you care so much Regina. Five days ago, we weren't even friends," The blonde spat through a vicious temper, head snapping to the brunette who jumped at the change in tone.
"Okay, and now we are," she argued back, still trying to keep her words from being sharp and mean. "So I'd appreciate it if you'd let me in on whatever the hell it is that's wrong with you at the minute."
"Who's to say it's something wrong with me?" Emma mumbled, slumping angrily back down into her seat. Looking over the cars ahead and praying that this traffic would clear soon.
"The marks on your wrists," Regina sighed, biting into her lip and waiting impatiently for Emma to reply.
"They were an accident."
"An accident how?"
"It really doesn't matter," Emma laughed out, but Regina was wearing a frown that told the blonde she wasn't about to let this go. She sighed, facing the window, "It happened on set. I had to be tied up and the rope they used for the scene was way too tight and it left some bruises," Emma sniped from her side of the car, shrugging as if it really was nothing. Regina bit back her words, not wanting to say anything more. Eyes crossing Emma's emotionless face.
"Then why didn't you just say that the first time I asked?" she asked, eyebrows cocking in question. Emma heaved out a heavy sigh. Head rocking back onto the seat.
"Because I'm tired of having to have a reason for everything I do Regina. Can we drop it now? it's nothing."
Regina knew when best to leave something, and for now she would do as she was told. But she was certainly not going to let this go.
It didn't take them long to be back on Regina's drive. And it didn't take a lot of effort for Emma to swing open the door of Regina's car and trample her way down to her bug and speed off without another word.
Regina tried to make the best of an already hell like situation, making marginally pleasant small talk with her mother, and pushing Henry to describe every last detail of his day so to keep her mother at an even silence. Managing to keep a smile on her face till the mid evening time when the two women had piled themselves into their sperate beds.
Not for one second had Regina stopped thinking about the marks sketching pale wrists. Swallowing back the thoughts her mind raced too in hopes that Emma was telling the truth about some rope on set. But if that had been true, why had she reacted in such a way that told Regina so much more than Emma wanted to let on.
She knew she shouldn't pry, she knew that their friendship had barely even been conceived, and she knew she didn't have a backstage pass into Emma's life. But there was a warm pool of care dripping impatiently through her bones, and watching the woman shrivel into that black hole she dug out for her nervous self made Regina want to claw in too, just so Emma wouldn't have to be alone.
She looked to her phone once more, glossing over the text messages she'd left open. Swiping upwards on the screen to turn down the brightness and relieve her tired eyes of the blinding white of the background.
But then she heard the recognizable ding of a message being sent, a blue bubble spreading through the previous conversation. Brown eyes read through it eagerly.
I'm sorry for earlier, I didn't mean to snap like that.
Regina let a sigh brush her lips. Not being able to reply before receiving another message,
It's been a really long week, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you.
The brunette was hesitant in deciding on her reply. She didn't know what she wanted to say. She was frustrated, she knew Emma was lying. She wanted so desperately to bring it up again, but she didn't know how without causing another argument that would result in the upset of the both of them.
I'm sorry too, but can we talk about it?
Her heart thumped heavily in her chest. Knowing there was more to this and feeling as though she couldn't do anything about it was such a terrible burden. She didn't want to scare Emma off because what good would that do?
I'll see you at the Christmas party. I'm looking forward to seeing Henry again!
The beat in her chest stopped then, dropping through her limbs. Emma was passing the topic completley. Ignoring the issue in the way she did best. Regina figured now wasn't the time to be scratching for answers she knew she would never get.
I'm always here to talk, Emma.
She hadn't received a reply, she knew the blonde was purposely ignoring it. Hoping that maybe if she kept quiet this whole thing would die down and that perhaps Regina would soon forget about whatever it was she saw.