A red rose was what started it all.
Regina was very knowledgeable with her flowers, and knew what each one meant. So naturally, a red rose made sense to give Emma for their first date.
Regina had never had to experience a date, considering she was married so young and didn't get to really experience all that a young girl should have. Emma knew this, and planned to make the night as easy as possible.
The plan for the evening was to just have a night walk on the beach, and enjoy each others company. The goal was to make it as natural as possible, since they had spent so much time around each other before.
Regina answered the door and Emma couldn't help but smile. For once, Regina was actually wearing comfortable clothes. "You ready to go?" Emma asked. Regina nodded before handing her a red rose.
A red rose was what started it all.
A red rose was the centerpiece at their wedding.
The flower had so much meaning and love behind it; considering Regina gave one to Emma every time that they had gone on a date.
Emma had grown to love the flower more than anything, and had insisted that it be a part of their wedding somehow. Regina was happy to comply.
While Regina was talking to guests and being social, Emma was walking around the room, lightly stroking each rose.
What Regina didn't know was that each rose that was a centerpiece was one that Emma had saved from their dates. Magic was very useful when used to conserve flowers. Smiling happily, Emma bent down and smelled the rose, like she had before every date.
A red rose was the centerpiece at their wedding.
A red rose was a peace offering.
Regina and Emma almost never fought, but when they did, it was never pretty. The fight had been over something that Regina viewed as stupid, but Emma viewed as important. Regina had gone horseback riding and had gotten hurt. No one had been able to find her until Regina had dragged herself, broken leg and all, back to the stable.
Emma had told her that she shouldn't go riding again. Regina very much disagreed, and said that it wasn't that big of a deal.
Regina walked hesitantly into their bedroom, and looked sadly at Emma. She was looking out the window, but her mind was clearly elsewhere.
Emma jumped as she felt something on her arm, but smiled when she saw what it was.
A red rose was a peace offering.
A red rose was a sign of comfort.
Emma left the doctor's with red-rimmed eyes. Regina didn't look much better. If they had caught onto Emma's cancer earlier, maybe things would have turned out differently.
When they got back to the mansion, Emma immediately wrapped herself in a blanket and collapsed on the couch. Thankfully, Henry had gone to friends house that day, or Emma wouldn't have been able to cry the way she was.
Regina walked over to her, red rose in hand. She always could find one in the house ever since she and Emma had been married.
Sitting on the couch next to Emma, Regina wiped away her tears before handing her the rose. Emma smiled and brought the flower to her nose to smell it. She sneezed and both women laughed.
A red rose was a sign of comfort.
A red rose was what ended it all.
Regina hugged Henry tightly to her as they walked together towards Emma's casket. Reaching out, both of them laid a red rose on it, before heading back towards the group.
One by one, people went up and put a red rose on the top of Emma's casket. Each one of them whispered something to her before heading back to where Regina and Henry stood.
As they lowered the casket into the ground, Regina heard Emma's laughter as she received one of her many red roses.
A red rose was what ended it all.
Holy crap I almost cried while writing this. I don't know where all the angst came from, but damn. Reviews are having problems showing up right now on the sight, but please still do so! If you leave me a prompt, I'll do it as soon as I can see my reviews again.