The door was then slammed in my face and I stood there for what seemed like ages because this would probably be the last time she'd ever see Henry. I walked in the direction of my apartment, walked in the door, and packed all of my things that I brought with me to Storybrooke.

I sat down at the table in the kitchen and was drinking hot cocoa when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Emma, what are you doing awake so early?"

I looked up at her as she entered the kitchen and sat down on a chair across from me.

"I haven't slept since I dropped Henry off at Regina's place. I've been sitting here trying to think of what to say to everybody at town hall."

"You dropped off Henry at Regina's house? He should've been asleep! Why didn't you tell me you were leaving the hospital?" Mary Margaret asked.

I sighed, "Mary Margaret, Henry snuck out of Regina's house to come see me at the hospital. When he came to see me, he wanted to persuade me to saqve Regina. I had to get out because I couldn't stay in that place any longer. The food was terrible compared to Granny's food!"

She looked at me, "Are you going to shower and look better? You look like you haven't cleaned up in over a week or more."

"Thanks Mary Margaret, that makes me feel so much better. No, I thought I'd go looking like this so Regina can find another thing to use against me or humiliate me with."

I wished that I was back drinking my hot cocoa, but I was standing in front of the podium in city hall.

I'm gripping the podium a little too tightly and the room felt hotter than normal.

Regina was standing right next to me and had made her speech and pretty much branded me as a villain.

I was pissed that she was tarnishing my reputation that I was building here since I was actually feeling like I'd belonged.

I saw the faces in the crowd of people who wanted to harm Regina and knew that I'd protect her even if she was being a royal bitch to me.

Regina then said very loudly, "Miss Swan is not capable of taking care of my son Henry, so how can she be able to be the Sheriff of our town? This obviously brings her qualifications into question. From where I stand, she is unfit as a mother and as a Sheriff. Therefore, the only plan that we can go forward with is that she should permanently leave."

There were objections from the crowd, but they quieted when I cleared my throat.

"Regina, what the hell? Your opinions of me are biased since you're Henry's mom too. Why don't you ask what your townspeople think?"

"Miss Swan, I'm the mayor of this town and my word is final. You are grasping at straws for why you should stay here.

Despite what others want, the safety of this town matters to me and you are the obstacle preventing that from happening."

When Regina had said the phrase, "Despite what others want," her eyes had focused on Mary Margaret and Henry.

"I've kept this town safe since I've become Sheriff, Regina! I've saved Henry from the mine! What the hell did you do?"

"Miss Swan, keep your emotions in check, especially in front of my son." I let go of the podium and clenched my hands into fists by my side.

I wanted to punch her right in the face and see that smirk wiped off of her face.

"I'm leaving Storybrooke, but trust me; it's not because of you. I wanted Henry to have a better chance than I did growing up and that's why I let him go.

As much as I hate to say it, he has it with you. He needs to live in the same place and be surrounding by places he's familiar with. I can't take him back with me, it wouldn't be right. Regina, your cold heart is what is going to keep you separated from Henry."

I backed away from the podium and made my way outside to my car. The doors opened up with a loud bang and I heard Henry yelling for me. "Emma, you can't leave me when you just found me!"

I had my hand on the door handle of my car and looked at him, "Henry, I don't need a kid in my life because I was happier without you in it."

I saw Henry slam his foot down on the ground, "No you're lying! Y-You wouldn't say that to me, ever. That's something that The Evil Queen would say."

I opened the door, started the car, and shut it hard without looking back at him. I was able to see Regina's hand on his shoulder as his face turned red from crying. I was doing the right thing, wasn't I?

I pushed my foot on the gas pedal and the car was leading me out of Storybrooke. I was leaving behind the guilt, the pain, my son, and my feelings for Regina that were growing stronger even if I left the woman behind.