Why does fate intertwine me with you?

Henry's Castle

Emma's POV

My body jolts up in surprise; the light from the morning sun blurring my vision from a distance. My palm brushes against my eyes in hope that I can get rid of the sleep in them. I repeat this procedure for around two minutes.

Until I freeze.

My insides feel strange all of a sudden. Im scared and incredibly nervous about something, but I have no idea what. And these emotions I'm having are odd...they seem almost alien. There is silence in my bug, but slowly, my eardrums begin to listen to the quickening pace of the rise and fall of my chest.

Am I...hyperventilating?!

But that's impossible! I don't do that at all. But I have to be. There is no other explanation. I can feel my lungs scrounging for air, but it's as if I am inhaling nothing. I am utterly powerless to whatever has taken over me, and its scaring me like hell.

All of a sudden, a thought of Henry's Castle pops into my head. That location is quiet and peaceful; maybe it can calm me down. But I doubt it. The woods here didn't solve anything, so what would the coast do? But I decide on going there anyway. Because something is pulling me towards it, like a golden thread tied to me, pulling me in slowly. I want to find out why.

I roar the bug to life once more, and leave my freak out zone behind me.
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Regina's POV

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! I am beginning to wonder if Ms. Swan is indeed the idiot after all.

Mother would kill me if she saw the state I am in now. She's right, I am pathetic. Here I am, cuddling myself on top of the remnants of my son's castle, with tears running down my face as I hyperventilate to the public eye. Should I even really be classified as a Mills?!

My perfectly manicured hands tremble uncontrollably. I tuck them in my armpits and rock myself a little. I don't want Emma to find out my feelings! They are private, and the only thing left that I have on my own. Why do I have everything taken from me? Why do I deserve to continuously be punished for being someone I always regretted becoming? It's not fair at all!

The surrounding sounds of my environment are blocked out completely very early in my breakdown. If this had not happened, perhaps I would have heard that deathtrap of a vehicle earlier. But I did not, and only discovered there was another person present with me when she tapped my shoulder.

"Hey. Regina." Her breathing was shaky and uneven. "Can you tell me what is wrong?"

This is when I lose it. "Nothing is wrong, Sheriff. Why must you idiodic charmings always strip me from my humanity and personality?! What have I ever done to you, Ms. Swan?! Prey tell, have I ripped your heart out once?! Have I run away with Henry?!" I stand up now, and I watch on as she crawls backwards in the dirt, looking very small. "I just want to be Regina. And I cannot even be that. You drive me to insanity, and I cannot deal with it any longer. Stay away from me."

I planned to walk off at that stage; Swan looked pretty shell-shocked by this point. However it was fascinating to watch her face change. She was sad, then mad, back to sad. But mixed into those were expressions of guilt, confusion and fear. I knew this of course also by my own experience. But it was still interesting to see in action.

"I-I...Regina." I heard her say to me. "I'm sorry, truly I am. B-But, I don't understand something."

I roll my eyes. Of course she would not understand simple conversations. "What is it?"

"Uh...w-well." She stuttered petulantly. "I...I was in my bug when I sudden felt scared and nervous. I began to hyperventilate. But that is something that I never have felt. And these emotions didn't feel right either. They felt foreign. Kind of like now, how I feel sick to the stomach. Do you know what's up with that?"

I wearily nod. "I-It changed. The curse."

Emma's eyes widen in horror as her mouth drops to the floor. "It changed? S-so what is it now?"

"...shared emotions." I make out barely in a mumble.

"Oh. Well that's just fucking dandy!" She shouts out infuriated.

My lips twitch a little in hopes of a weak smile. "Well...I'm going to head back home. Join if you wish."

"Sure. But I'll need something to drink." She stated matter-of -factly as she pushed herself off the dirt.

"Really dear, I have the best apple cider you've ever tasted back there." I joke in return, hoping to cheer us both up.

She seems to get it, and replies back just as humorous. "Well, I think I'm going to need something stronger."
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A/N

Hey everybody! Wow I am soo dead today. I have band early in the morning...yeesh. Oh well! It's all for you my adoring fans! ;) I am SO close to the holidays I can smell freedom already! Which will hopefully mean I will end up getting bored out of my mind, thus making me update a little more frequently! :D

Anywho. Happy Reading! And may all your stories...be good ones!

(Oh wow. That sounded very Hunger Gamesy. Sorry...we studied THG as our novel. XP)