A/N: The flashbacks are still not chronological. They never were and never will be. If you want me to make another 'story' with the flashbacks in chronological order, I could do that (when most of the flashbacks are written)... Would you want that?

Mistakes are mine as always. I hope you like this chapter. Please tell me what you think.

ENJOY! :)

Chapter 22

Flashback

"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."

A few tears slipped from dark orbs as Regina closed her eyes again. The image of her blonde lover vanished within seconds and nothing but pain took its place. The brunette knew once she had laid her eyes on Emma that the gorgeous angel would be her downfall. She had never expected to be loved back by the blonde or to even get a tiny chance at a happy ending. It would have been okay if she hadn't gotten the chance to be with the princess, but she had had more than that. Regina had always had a hard time loving someone. With Emma though, it came naturally, as if it wasn't hard at all. It had been so easy for her to fall for the blonde and it was so incredibly hard to let Emma go.

The brunette couldn't let her go. She held on to every memory with every ounce of her being. Regina couldn't let her mind wander, she couldn't think of anything else. She was so obsessed with Emma and with getting her back that she almost drowned in her own thoughts and her magic.

Death seemed to be the only solution to all of her problems. She would finally be able to rest again, to calm down. Regina didn't want to keep up a fight, which seemed to pointless to be fought when the only thing she could do was to lose it.

When she opened her eyes again, she stared at the slightly darkened heart in her hands. Nobody could ever bandage this damage, nobody could ever lessen her pain, nobody could ever fix her heart.

One tight squeeze and she could end her misery by breaking her heart. No, her heart was already broken. This would just destroy her completely once and for all.

Back in the present

When Cora entered the room where Regina lay, she instantly took notice of the apple and kneeled down beside the brunette. She shook her head slightly before she muttered.

"You foolish girl, this could end in a horrible disaster."

A second later, the older woman called the hospital, hoping that they could keep her daughter alive for at least a few hours. Cora had to come up with something to save her daughter. This wasn't what she had wanted at all. The dark-haired woman wanted that Regina would have gained all the power over Storybrooke.

Cora couldn't feel or see the brunette's pain and thus thought everything was alright. Regina hadn't told her anything about what had happened in the last weeks but Cora already figured it out.

She knew which stories intrigued her daughter the most even if Regina had pretended not to like them. The stories of the Savior were the only stories that Regina had the slightest interest in. Cora had seen hope in the brunette's eyes, hope that should have never existed. It seemed as if all hope was gone now.

Flashback

"It's been almost six years since I've lost the love of my life." Regina hissed through gritted teeth as she looked at the only one who could still help her.

The brunette continued with a husky voice, "I need to get back to my family. And I've never imagined that I would end up begging you, but extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures."

"How shall I help you, dearie?" The Dark One asked as an amused smile started to graze his features.

"You have to cast the most evil curse ever existent. It can bring all of us to another world far from here." Regina replied without any emotions written on her face.

She was numb to everything because of what she had done a few years prior. The brunette had removed her own heart in order to lessen her pain, in order to live, in order to concentrate on what was really important and in order to do anything that was necessary to get her happy ending.

"Why don't you simply cast it?" Rumple responded and moved closer to the Queen who everyone already knew as the evil one.

"I'm not capable of love. I cannot cast it." Regina said angrily.

The older man chuckled before he managed to reply.

"So you literally don't have a heart anymore. That is amusing. Put it back in its place and cast the curse, dearie. I won't take that of off your shoulders. I will help you but it will be yours."

The brunette huffed out at the response and rolled her eyes a little. She seemed to be very annoyed about this. After a few seconds, she decided to give in. The faster she would get to Emma and their child, the better.

"Fine, Rumple. What do I need to do?"

At Henry's

At seven in the morning, a call rang through the apartment, waking the little boy who lived there with his family. Neal was at work already and Emma was in the bathroom, getting ready for her day. Matter-of-factly, he was the only one who was available at the moment. Henry made his way to the phone before he picked up.

"Hi, Henry here!" The dark-haired boy happily exclaimed.

He nodded excitedly as he heard an unfamiliar woman talk on the other side of the line. Henry smiled at first but as the conversation came to an end, he crinkled his forehead in concentration and looked very serious.

At Emma's

After Emma had finished her shower, she quickly got dressed and exited the bathroom. As soon as she noticed that the phone wasn't in its station, she knew something was up. The blonde started to scream throughout the apartment, instantly regretting that she had left her son alone for even a minute.

"Henry, where are you?"

She ran through the whole apartment several times. When she saw that a few drawers were open in her room and a lot of money was missing, she knew that her son had to be missing too.

One way or another, Emma had no idea what had happened. Henry was only six years old, not able to just go out by himself. He was a smart boy but still. He had never run off just like that. It didn't make any sense to the blonde and it worried her like hell. The blonde would never forgive herself if anything happened to him.

Emma instantly called the police, informing them about her missing son and tried to think about where he could have gone. Going out of the house and searching for him wasn't going to be easy. She needed clues. The blonde looked at the phone, trying to figure out the number of the last incoming call but to no avail. The number was blocked. Emma huffed out exaggeratedly and tried to think harder.

And suddenly, it hit her like a ton of bricks. There was only one person that had been on both of their minds for the last weeks. Emma had to admit that Regina was all they ever talked about and it was who the blonde and somehow Henry most cared about.

She somehow knew that her son had gone in order to see the beautiful brunette.