Hello! I hope you are fine. So this is my chapter 2. Sorry for mistakes etc. I just hope that you appreciate the story anyway. Don't forget to let me your reviews, because it give me some energy to go on translation. And also... this chapter is very short... Good reading…
Chapter 2
Still it damned headache, and this bell that doesn't want to stop. Where had she put her phone? When finally she managed to put the hand above, the voicemail had already taken over. "So much better" she says herself. She didn't want to strike up a conversation with whoever this morning. But apparently somebody had decided differently. While she began hardly to emerge she heard the doorbell. As an automaton, its feet drove her awkwardly up to the front door.
- You look awful, Snow says.
- Thank you, it's kind of you. What do you want Mary-Margareth?
- Speak to you…
- I don't feel like… moreover I want nothing…
- Except this fucking bottle, the brunette says with a hard tone.
- …
- You have to recover yourself… at least for Henry.
At the mention of her son's name, her face showed such sadness that Snow had only one desire, it was to embrace her daughter to take a little of this pain that she was feeling since the departure of Regina.
- He misses you Emma. He needs you. You are his mother and…
- Regina is his mother. She has been for more ten years. Me… I'm just a backup and a very bad; she answered filling her first glass of the day.
- Stop that! Snow shouted tearing away the glass of hands. The alcohol is not the solution. You are guilty of nothing. It was her decision to leave!
- Oh no… not of that with me MOM! You know very well that if she left it is because she knew that her dark side risked again to get the upper hand after what I had made. IT IS MY FAULT!
- Emma please…
- It's better that you leave. I have to get ready to work.
- But Henry…
- Henry doesn't want to see me and I understand him…
- It's just a little boy who is angry. If you talked to him…
Emma looked at her mother. No word needed to be pronounced. With tears in the eyes, the brunette left the manor house, where her daughter lived since the departure of the former mayor.
Once the heavy door was closed, Emma was allowed slide on the ground and burst into sobs.
It had been six months since Regina had left, and the guilt that the blonde felt had not stopped increasing until transform her life into a prison of pain and sadness. In the some moments of lucidity or sobriety, she sometimes wondered why she reacted like that. After all, it was the decision of Regina. She had made her choice, that, to leave her own son behind her.
Henry… he had waited for her mother at Granny's during more than two hours, before understanding that this one would not come. Worried, because her mother had never left him without news, he had decided to go to the manor house. By coming inside the house, he had had a strange sensation. Everything was so quiet and tidied up, as when he and her mother left the house for a few weeks of holidays.
He had called up but the only answer had been this heavy silence that made him more and more worried. He had then begun looking for an indication, for something that would have allowed him to think that his mother was well and that she had only gone out to go shopping or go to her office. But even there, he knew it was not the case having already called the city hall when he waited for her to the restaurant. Regina had not reported to work. At the time it had not surprised the young boy knowing that the previous day had been more than hard for his foster mother. Then he had tried to contact her on cell phone but in every attempt he was got the voicemail.
He had searched the house, inspecting every room without results. He had finished by his bedroom. He had lengthened on his bed, fixing the ceiling as if it was going to bring him answers. How long he had stayed there by hoping to hear the front door to open and the voice of his mother reprimanding him to have let drag his bag in the entrance to the risk that somebody stumbles above. But no sound had reached his ears. It is there that he had seen it, while he got ready to return at his grandparent's. Delicately put on his desk, an envelope.
My angel,
When you will read this letter I would be far from Storybrooke. I am sorry to have had no courage to tell you goodbye, but it would have been too hard for each of us. I know that you would have made every effort to make me have a change of mind and you would have probably made a success. But I didn't want to take the risk of making the evil queen be reborn that you put so much care and love to be taken away from me to make way for Regina. From now, I only want Regina in my life. A woman who knows how to love and be loved, who doesn't know the resentment, nor the vengeance. But if I want to remain this woman I have no choice to go away from all which reminds me my sufferings, and which makes appear the worst in me. I love you so much that simple words on a page can't express all the love me to have for you. You are my son, my angel, my savior.
I know you are mad at whole earth, but I also know that you are a brave boy who will eventually understand that it was the good decision to take. I understood that if I wanted to have my happy end I had to find it somewhere else, far from the persons of the enchanted forest. I want you to be happy and I know that Emma loves you more than everything to the world. She is still a novice in her mom's role but she will learn and she will be, I am sure of it, the best of the moms for you. You will just have to look after a little her boyfriends. Your mother tends to like "bad boys" and I am not sure that it is good for her.
Don't be worry about me. I took my capacities for the life that I get ready to discover also for Emma and you. The house belongs henceforth to Emma. I know that you looked for an apartment for your mother and you since the arrival of your uncle among us. I would be happy to know that you lived in the house where we shared our enjoyments, our punishments, our fears and where you were my sunbeam during ten years. I know that by crossing the limit of Storybrooke my recollections of this city and its inhabitants will disappear, but know that even if I don't remember any more your face I know that you will always be in my heart and that one day we shall meet ourselves.
Your mom who loves you forever and ever.
Always sat on the floor, Emma remembered herself this day when she had seen her son tumbling in tears to the office of the sheriff with this letter in hands. When she had acquainted with it she didn't have been able to hold her tears. Regina had left with her not only his son but also its house. She wanted to see them happy together… if only she knew.
When Henry had begged Emma to search for Regina and to get back her, she almost had succumbed to his request. She had tried to explain to Henri why they had to respect the decision of the former queen, but all that he understood it was that he would not see again any more the one who had raised and loved him during years and he blamed himself the departure of Regina. He had had so hard words. He regretted having searched for his true mother, having taken her with him to Storybrooke. He had begun hating the blonde. Henceforth she had become the mean. When Emma had decided to move into the manor house, Henry had refused to follow her. It made already six months.
To be continued...