Damaged Feathers

Chapter 4

Wow it has been a while. This chapter doesn't really have any purpose but I had already started writing it. I have an extremely vague idea of where this fic is going, nothing solid yet. I'm so sorry that it has taken me forever to update. I just really haven't been feeling up to it. BUT now I'm in a writing mood. So here you have a pointless chapter with some fluff. Major fluff to come in the next chapter. Will update soon.

Miss Sawn! What do you think you're doing! It's almost 5am and you're knocking on my door!" Regina knew her tone was harsh but at this point she didn't particularly care, "Why are you here this early in the morning..." Her tone softened when she noticed the blonde's attire, "...in shorts...a singlet...and that flimsy jacket! And where are your shoes? Where is your car?! Emma, did you walk to my house with no shoes on?!" Regina's questions were cut short then the younger woman finally looked up. Her cheeks were blotchy and her nose was red and running. There were streams of tears creating glistening paths down her cheeks and she sniffled before speaking, "R-Regina..." Her eyes fell to the floor again.

The older woman instinctively took a small step towards the blonde, wanting nothing more than to comfort the sobbing woman. She could feel a real pain in her heart seeing the blonde like this, "What happened, Emma?

She lifted her head so that warm chocolate eyes met sad pools of green, "Regina...I remember why I tried to..." A loud sob escaped her throat forcing her to take a deep breath before continuing

"I remember why I did it. I remember why I wanted to die.

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Emma shifted from one foot to the other and flopped her arms to rest beside her, suddenly finding something particularly interesting about her shoes, "I...I have been having these dreams, but they aren't really dreams, they are memories and you have been in them but anyway, I had a dream...but not really a dream, a memory...about how much Mary Margaret, David and I were fighting and all the pressure of being a savior and protecting you...and I knew it! I knew they weren't telling me something because they have been giving me these weird looks and when I woke up from the dream I didn't know what to do or where to go and I wanted to call you but I knew you wouldn't answer and I just couldn't take the silence anymore so I went for a walk and I ended up here but...but...you hate me..."

Regina was in shock as she tried to comprehend the jumble of words being mumbled at her, "Emma." She tried to get the blonde's attention but the younger woman wasn't listening. She stared at her hands continued to ramble, "You...oh my god...you. At the back of my mind I knew something wasn't right...that something was missing and then I remembered some things and I called you but you didn't answer and that was because I was so rude..."

"Emma." Regina tried to snap the younger woman out of her daze but failed again. Her eyes widened as she watched the blonde become more and more frantic with every word that she spoke in between sniffles and sobs, "I woke up in hospital and I was mean to you and I feel so guilty about how I treated you...and...and I didn't even give you a chance and I took Henry away from you which is exactly what you were afraid of in the first place and you have been avoiding me and I called you...I called you 'evil' and now you hate me and I-"

Regina took another step towards Emma and placed her hands on violently shaking shoulders, determined to get the crying woman's attention, she spoke in a firm voice, "Miss Swan!"

Emma stopped immediately when she felt the weight of Regina's hands. She looked up meeting the older woman's gaze and an ugly sob clawed its way out of her throat as she saw sincere and pained eyes staring back. She was so overwhelmed and even though she knew she had so much to say to the brunette, all she could manage to do now was shake her head and attempt to form words that weren't gibberish. Her mouth opened and closed a few times but the only words that she could manage to say was 'I'm sorry', over and over again in a croaky voice that was barely audible.