𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣

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POV Regina

Alone, in that house, in her house, I was feeling like if I was looking at myself from the outside. Like if I was witnessing the scene without really being involved. Seeing without feeling. Or was it feeling without seeing?

A stranger to my own eyes. And yet I could tell I was feeling home. I was feeling right where I needed to be more than I had ever felt my whole life long.

I was with the people I wanted to be with. But maybe that was the problem: that I wanted to be with her. With Emma. Like I never wanted to be with anyone else.

That sense of happiness and relief couldn't last long of course. "Villains don't get happy endings." I said to myself. Who could ever love me? I had Robin and he cheated on me, apparently, I wasn't enough. Why would it be different with Emma? And above all, why would she ever want to be with me?

She has always had this special care for me, Emma has always been the only one to believe in me when no one else did. But the rational side of me kept on repeating that it didn't prove anything. So the question was, did it? What did she mean when she said "I am happier now!"?

I didn't know it yet, but soon enough I would have had my answer.