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He jumped to his feet, knocking over his fork and a few chunks of scrambled egg.
"Regina?"
He ran out the door of Granny's, down the front steps, the scent of coffee strong. But it was too late. Robin could barely make out the shadow of the love of his life, rounding the corner at full adrenaline. He knew he had to make things right. He wanted to be with Regina.
Traveling to the family mausoleum, her heart's new resting place, Regina's every step was heavy with power. She seethed with anger, remembering Robin. His hair, his perfect mustache, the spiky hairs lining the bottom of his face. She shook her head. The thoughts didn't dissipate. She ran the rest of the way to the place where her father's grave was, her anger never growing weak. When she arrived, she smiled. The small marble building was where she really felt at home. Her magic was here. Her thoughts were here. She picked up a dart. Whap! The dart hit a picture of Emma, taped messily to a dartboard, smack between her eyes. This act of rebellion only made the brunette angrier. All of a sudden, it was too much to bear. She crumpled into an ungraceful pile, tears steadily streaming down her face. The box for her heart lay open on the floor, her heart grasped tightly in her palm. She squeezed, screaming. She stopped crying. Why was it that when she was heartless she still felt emotions? She popped her heart back in her chest just as she heard someone coming down the stairs. She backed up slowly and prepared her fireball, her hand slightly warm from the heat. Bracing herself, she put on a fixing stare. She was ready for pretty much anyone; but the one person she wasn't prepared for was the one who rounded the corner. Regina's instinct told her to leave, but she stood firm.
She needed to talk to Robin.