Sorry for the long wait but I didn't feel like writing. On a side note, I changed my user to Dreadful fate, because why not?. Enjoy
Regina found herself trapped in a dreadful routine. Working had became the true Hades,she tried to avoid with all her might the blonde girl while Emma tried to unsuccessfully talk with the brunette. She couldn't bear the feeling of the blonde rushing through the tables, trying to help her but she didn't needed nor wanted her assistance. At night the story was very different. She couldn't sleep, thinking about all the times she had to reject Emma, the pain that immediately flashed through those emerald orbs, the way she kept trying, it was becoming to much, so on Wednesday she decided to talk to Granny.
"Granny, it's me" she said once the old woman got the phone
"Hi Regina, did you want to talk with Ruby? She is with Belle today, I thought she would have told you…" the old woman rambled a little bit worried of making Regina feel bad
"Oh no, Granny, I know. I wanted to talk with you. May I come to your house?" She asked politely
"Of course my child, you know you're always welcome" responded Granny in a sweet tone, making her feel immediately at home.
Not even ten minutes had passed when Regina was knocking at Granny's door.
"Good god, you got here so quickly! You better not have exceded any speed limit getting here, young lady" Added the old lady, lifting an eyebrow, while letting her pass through the main door.
"No, you know I wouldn't. The road was rather empty" Regina shrugged as she got in, heading directly to the kitchen, where she always talked with Granny since she was a little girl. It seemed like they both acquired the habit of cooking while they talked, or talk while Granny cooked. Both shared the same passion that was making stomachs happy with excellent foods.
As they settled in the kitchen, Granny started grabbing some ingredients, starting their comfortable routine. Even though her request was odd, the old lady was leaving Regina start speaking when she felt comfortable to do so, or when she gathered all her thoughts. The old woman just started baking when Regina stated:
"I can't work anymore in your restaurant" she blurted it out, feeling her cheeks redden in shame. She thought she could bear seeing the blonde but it was getting worse, and she wanted it to stop, she wanted that hole in her chest to disappear, and it looked that it would be the solution.
Granny stopped mixing the flour to look at her, disappointment clear in her eyes. Just with that one look, Regina was starting to regret the decision. "Why would you want to do so?, I thought you liked working in there"
"And I do, really" reassured her "but lately it has become difficult.." she wanted to keep going but the sudden lump in her throat wouldn't let her
"I am not blind Regina, not yet" said Granny, returning to her task "I know this has to do with Emma"
Silence filled the room, Regina's heart started racing wildly
"You know?" she asked unsure, with her voice slightly trembling
Granny sighed, looking at her for a long time before saying "Yes, I've known you like her before you even realized. You know, when you were a little girl and I took you and Ruby to the park I noticed that you never truly got interested in any other kids your age, and it kept happening as you grew up" Even though Granny's eyes were fixated in her, she could she that she was lost in the memories, recalling her childhood. "But then since you've been working I've seen you change, imperceptible changes in the way you were doing things, or in the way you smiled, and all it happened when you had Emma around. You've always been this stubborn reserved person but with her you smiled and laughed more, and even joked, with this girl that was a perfect stranger to you" the old lady chuckled "It was refreshing seeing you having fun with a person that wasn't my granddaughter. But then I started to look the way you looked at her and I knew it. "
Regina felt like tears were threatening to spill but she didn't let them fall. How can I've been so blind about my own feelings?.
"But now everything has changed, she has a boyfriend and I can't be around her, I feel weak." Regina confessed her voice becoming a whisper as she talked
Granny pushed the tray in the oven as she looked at her and decided the best to fi this situation "I don't want you to quit the job Regina but lately both of you have become messy, so I'm going to give you the rest of the week for yourself so you have time to think about it" she knew that Regina in times like this liked to be alone with little human interaction so this was going to appeal her "and if after those days you still don't want to work I will accept it"
Regina looked at the older woman as tears started to fall quietly, staining her cheeks. She got up from the stool she had been previously occupying and hugged her tightly, starting to feel like everything would be alright
"But there's one condition" Granny started, as she stopped hugging her and looked at her seriously as Regina lifted one eyebrow "you are the one who has to convince Ruby to take your shift" continued as she smirked " you are lucky I'm making her favorite pie"
Ruby didn't take much convincing the moment she was bribed with the delicious treat. She was also aware of her best friend's situation, even though she hadn't said anything, she didn't need to. She could recognize her friend suffering and she would do whatever she could to help her get back on track. Regina, on the other hand, didn't know how to accept all the love, affection and understanding she was being showed so when all was clear, she went home to take a nap. I need a nap, and since I don't have to work, I might as well go read. God, this feels good.
Cora didn't oppose much to Regina having a little break from the job, also a call from Granny saying that she didn't need her the rest of the week left no room for discussing. so, Regina gladly returned to her usual routine, including reading, watching tv shows and playing the piano. She felt like everything was starting to brighten up again, the ache was still there but the distractions she had at home helped to keep it at bay.
On Saturday morning , all this quietness was suddenly interrupted. She had gone for a run, feeling like she had too much energy to do something relaxing, so she grabbed her headphones and went for it. The sun was shinning, bathing her olive skin, the heat vibrating against each pore. This feels amazing. She run until she felt like fainting, all of her thoughts being silenced by the music.
"Home, sweet home" she said as she was reaching her desired destiny I'm gonna have a relaxing bath or maybe eat, or maybe both She chuckled about the wild thought, when she was tired she tended to have strange ideas.
Not even a second had passed since she entered the front door when someone was loudly banging it, making her jump slightly. Frowning, she opened it slightly to see who was being that rude, prepared to chastise that person, when her heart skipped a beat:
" Em-.. Emma?" She stuttered , feeling her eyes go wide . The blonde was staring back at her, wearing a white tank top and black tight shorts. She looked amazing. Great and I'm all sweaty,wearing my work out clothes and I'm sure my hair is all over the place .
"Why ?" The blonde simply asked, looking very serious
"Escuse me?"
"Why didn't you come to work?" her eyes were raging
She tried to sound casual as she responded "Ruby is covering me, I had things to do"
"Bullshit"
"Stop it"
"No, YOU stop it, I want you to be sincere with me, since you saw me with Hook you've been acting weird. Why?"
She was about to deny it but she knew she would get caught lying again so she tried another strategy
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, it matters to me. I thought we were getting close, and suddenly you avoid me, and I want to understand what is going on" the blonde said fervently . She could see that the blonde was hurt by her actions.
She stayed in silence not knowing what to say, so she opened the gap more to let the blonde come in. The blonde looked confused for a second but quickly got in, shutting the door behind her and followed. She didn't know why she was leading Emma to her room. I guess I feel more comfortable there decided not wanting to think more about that.
The sight of the blonde in her own room was almost painful, her blonde mane shinning with all the light seeping though the large windows
"You have a nice house" Emma said, contemplating the extension of the room
"Um.. thanks" she answered, still a little bit distracted by the blonde
"So, tell me"
She sighed, not wanting to give in yet
"Why do you want to get close to me? Don't you have guy-liner? she snapped suddenly, feeling like her jealousy could turn her green on the spot.
"Hook?" asked the blonde starting to laugh very loudly
"What?" she barked
"You think he is my boyfriend?" the blonde seemed to find all of this matter very funny but she didn't.
"It looked like it by the way he looked at you" when the blonde was about to intervine she added "and he kissed you"
The blonde looked confused by a second and blushed
"So this is what all of this is about?"
Regina didn't answer, she couldn't bare to look at those green eyes anymore, now wide and filled with hope
The blonde started to speak in a soft tone "Killian has been my friend since we were little kids, but he moves a lot so we don't see each other often" she stopped reminiscing, Regina turned around to see her "He isn't my boyfriend, he always had a crush on me and he still isn't over it" She stopped once again this time to look at Regina, her eyes begging her to listen "That day in the park… we hadn't seen each other in almost a year and he overstepped, yes, he tried to kiss me, but I DIDN'T let him because I am not interested in him, and I guess you ran before seeing that part" she finished with a knowing smirk
"But he is good-looking, and he obviously is dying to be you boyfriend, so why don't you like him?" Regina couldn't help but feel relieved about this piece of information but her curiosity got the best of her once again
Emma chuckled like Regina was oblivious to something
"He is just my friend. Also he is not my type" The blonde said smirking, those forest eyes staring at her. They had been sitting on her bed all this time. They had been getting closer, so close that now their thighs were touching.
"And who is you type?" she said with a slightly trembling voice, nervous of what her answer would be.
"You" she simply said as she leaned in for a kiss.
A/N: Is this worth continuing? I feel like this is a mess. I might delete it. I'm writing another one that I might upload. Tell me what you think x