A/N: Sorry for the late update! I think this chapter shows why this story is called 'Imagine me without you'...

Mistakes are all mine as always. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think.

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Chapter 21

FLASHBACK

"My mother is going to separate us, I know it." Regina angrily spoke up, looking at her gorgeous wife.

The blonde was five months pregnant but was still as beautiful as ever.

"Regina, please, she has been very kind about this." Emma replied as she gave an apologetic look.

"Yes, only because of our magic. She knows that she can't defeat us. However, you are weakened right now. She could hurt you." The brunette responded and calmed down a little bit.

She was very concerned about her lover and was around her 24/7. Regina sometimes couldn't sleep because she worried so much about the state of Emma and their child. She just didn't want Cora to tear away that happiness from her.

After a while, the blonde finally managed to say something again.

"Cora won't separate us. She won't be able to hurt us."

"How do you know?"

"Because of this," Emma said as she laid her hands on her round belly and smiled softly.

She carried on while lovingly smiling at her child-to-be, "If we lose each other, our child will save us."

"Why do you say this?" Regina asked, still looking concerned.

"Well, he or she is the product of true love and our combined magic. That should be enough, don't you agree?" The blonde grinned broadly at her wife as she said those words.

Regina chuckled lightly and simply forgot to worry for a second. She stepped forward and softly kissed the woman of her dreams.

In the present

At Emma's

Emma and Henry took an hour every day to work on the storybook and to create a happy ending that the little boy actually liked. Nothing that the blonde came up with seemed to please him though. He only wanted that Gina and Emma would finally get together and find their happy ending with each other.

Emma just couldn't imagine how that was possible anymore. It had been a week since she had kissed the brunette. The weirdest thing about it was that she didn't regret it at all. However, when it came to Neal, she just hadn't had the guts to tell him that she was in love with someone else. Furthermore, the blonde didn't want to fall for someone who was obsessed with fairytales that weren't even real.

Emma only ever wanted that her son was happy but right now it seemed as if she had completely forgotten about herself. She couldn't even deny the hole in her heart and the pain that came with it. Henry saw the changes in his mother who sometimes cried without warning but only when Neal wasn't home. He hated seeing her like this and he really wanted to show her what was right for her. It was Regina.

And still Emma wouldn't listen to him at all. She just wouldn't believe.

At Regina's

A crimson half-eaten apple lay on the ground beside a gorgeous dark-haired woman. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was regular. One would think that she slept happily but the tears on her cheeks spoke a different story. There had been an unbearable sting in her heart only ten minutes ago, forcing her to make a choice. She either had to rip out that heart of hers and die because in this world there was no magic or she had to take a bite of that blood red apple. The former Queen knew that the second choice could also lead to an ultimate ending, her death.

Regina chose the happier option; nonetheless, even if it was slightly terrifying but nothing felt worse than what she had felt a moment prior. She had tried to get rid of the pain all week long and somehow it only got worse. Everything reminded her of the blonde. The dreams had become nightmares that she had apparently once lived. Regina just couldn't deal with it anymore. So she chose the easy way out because there was nobody that had told her that everything was going to be alright. There had been nobody who had been able to soothe her broken heart. She had been all alone in this freaking cold world.

Flashback

Regina sat on her bed, which she used to share with her blonde wife as a few tears trickled down her cheeks. It had already been two years since Cora pushed a pregnant Emma into that wooden wardrobe. Her mother had cursed the blonde before in order to manipulate her memories. However, Regina knew and believed that their son would save them since he was the product of their love, of their magic. Emma would regain her memories somehow.

One way or another, that was the least of her concerns at the moment. She needed to get back to her family first. The brunette had spent those two years, searching for a curse or a magical spell that could transcend realms. Regina had delved deeply into the territories of dark magic, desperately trying to find an answer but to no avail.

Every possible solution would either take a life of someone she loved most or would destroy her completely in the process. She knew that that wasn't what Emma would have wanted and tried to fight back the evil that slowly took possession over her. Regina pulled through but barely.

Everyday seemed like a new battle she had to face, knowing that at the end of the day, she would be lonely again and longing for her true love.

It was infuriating and pointless. She never thought about giving up though. There wasn't one second in which the blonde didn't occupy her mind. Regina needed to get back to her even if it was the last thing she would do.

The brunette lit a candle, standing on the bedside table and closed her eyes. She inhaled deeply as thoughts of her beautiful wife rushed over her. They overwhelmed her in a good and in a strange way alike. Her magic had become incredibly strong the last years. Regina was already able to trick her own senses by mentally and thus magically constructing a delusion of her blonde lover.

Once she opened her eyes, Emma stood in front of her. This version of her wife was still pregnant and looked as young and stunning as ever. A sheepish smile grazed the face of the blonde. Her eyes seemed dull, though. They weren't filled with that intent spark that Regina had fallen in love with. When seeing that, the brunette knew once again that it was only an illusion.

She cried a little as she held our hands to the blonde and spoke up with a broken voice.

"I swear I will never forget about you. I will never let you go. We're going to be reunited even if it's in death."