A/N short and sweet! If you like this story pleaseeeee review.
I'm still a little fuzzy if readers like this or not
Regina sat at a table in Grannie's diner and looked over to the table next to her. There sat Enrique and Henry, laughing and joking.
Regina looked him up and down. Tall dark and handsome, sharply dressed, long story short that man was delicious.
She had to have him. But there was one obstacle in her way. Kiarra.
Regina already hated the pretty waitress and she needed to find some way to break them apart. That would be harder than she thought.
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Weeks passed by with only phone calls from Enrique. Kiarra was starting to get worried. They lived in such a little town that it would be nearly impossible not to see each other. But somehow he managed it.
He kept telling her he would see her soon, and when she interrogated him as to his whereabouts he merely told her not to worry. She tried not to, and did her routine as usual.
"Kiarra, I got an order of pancakes here you need to bring out to ." Ruby said handing Kiarra a plate of hot and syrupy pancakes that made her mouth water.
She stared at the platter for a few seconds when ruby snapped her fingers.
"Earth to Kiarra. What's wrong? You forgot to eat breakfast again didn't you?"
Kiarra looked at the pancakes guiltily.
"I was up all night worried about Enrique, and I slept in late, so I had to rush to get here and didn't have any time for breakfast."
Ruby grabbed two pancakes off the griddle buttered and syruped then and handed them to Kiarra.
"Take Mr. Gold his, and then sit down and eat yours. We can't have you starving on us." she winked and flounced back to the stove.
Kiarra was thankful she had such a good friend.
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One day while driving to work, she passed what was a funeral a little bit passed the 'Welcome to Storybrooke' sign . She glanced over and took a double take. The man in the coffin was Enrique.
She pushed her foot to the pedal and tried to get to the funeral and see what was going on. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was just and Italian man, who from far away looked like Enrique. She passed the sign and before she knew what was happening, her car slammed into a tree. That was the last thing she remembered before everything faded to a dark, ebony black.
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She blinked a few times and tried to focus her eyes. Everything was a blur, but she could make out a white room, and a man holding her hand. Slowly her eyes began to focus and she saw a ghost. Or at least, someone she thought was a ghost.
"Enrique?" her voice was filled with surprise.
"But, but you. I. I saw." she stuttered.
Enrique stroked her face."Hush Mia Amata, you are just confused. The doctor said you hurt your head pretty badly."
"No. That's not it." Kiarra said exasperatedly.
"I saw you. In a coffin. Right before I crashed. I was trying to get to you." she took deep breaths trying to calm herself.
Enrique looked concerned.
"Kiarra, I need to ask you something."
She just looked up at him in response.
"When I heard you were in an accident, I realized that It would kill me to lose you. I want you permanently in my life. Will you marry me?"
His melted chocolate brown eyes stared into hers.
"Yes I would marry you." she said softly.
Even though they hadn't even told each other that they loved them, or had their first kiss.
"But Enrique, I can't marry a ghost."