Chapter 2
She woke to the sun shining through her window, blinding her. And she was cold. Cold? It was supposed to be fairly warm today. Why was she cold. And where was Robin? He...oh. That's right. He was gone. Gone to "do right by his wife". Why did he have to be so good. She was mad. Mad at him, of course . Mad at herself? Maybe a little more than she'd admit aloud. Mad at Marian? She had no right to be. Not really. After all, hadn't Regina killed the woman? Well, the answer to that question was a little complicated now. But if Regina hadn't been such a coward in her youth, who's to say she wouldn't have been his wife? And yet, she was mad at Marian as well. And as for the Charmings, Emma in particular, they all had targets on their backs. In fact, anyone who was dumb enough to knock on her door right now, or even walk in front of her house, would most likely become a victim. That is, as soon as she could bring herself to get out of bed. How long had she been like this? What day was it? When was the last time she showered, or even changed clothes? These all would've been pressing questions, had she cared in the slightest. But she didn't. She told herself she needed to. Told herself almost anything in an effort to get out of this emotional rut. And yet, here she was, still in bed.
Two days. It had been two days. Almost three. She didn't know if it was the hunger, or the dehydration that had finally compelled her to get up and act alive, but, whatever it was, she was glad. As glad as she could be, anyway.
A knock at her front door abrubtly brought her from her thoughts. She descended the stairs, flame in hand, contemplating just who would be foolish enough to bother her after the night she'd had.
She knew by his voice through the door that it was him. She could hear him almost pleading with her to let him in. She stood for a few moments, not sure she would let him in again. Let him in again. She almost laughed at the words. Her hand hung in mid-air, waiting for her mind's decision. A few more moments of hesitation, and she decided she was as close to a conclusion as she would get. So, reluctantly, she...