Regal Arts

Only In Fairytales

One whole week. I feel empty and dead. Would death be less painful? Probably. Can anything take away the pain of my crushed soul? Can anyone heal my broken heart? Robin could. With his warm smile, his gentle touch, and his warm, welcoming arms. But he can't. Cause he left.

How could he just leave? Just like that. With not so much as a text. I think I'd feel better if I had an answer. Does he still want me? I just need to know if its all actually over. I knew the perfection couldn't last. Was it all a trick? Was it just the universes way of toying with my feelings? My emotions? He promised. He promised that he wouldn't hurt me. That he wouldn't be like the rest of them, that he would bad different. And for a moment I believed him. For a moment I actually thought that I could be happy, have a family, have true love. But I guess that true love only exists in fairytales. But it couldn't only exists in fairytales. I mean look at Emma, look at Mary Margaret. Their happy and in love, so why aren't I. Are some people destined to never achieving a happy ending? Am I one of those people?

My heart aches at the thought of him. His smile, his deep voice, his gorgeous eyes - Stop Regina! I yell to myself. He doesn't love you anymore, he left and he's not coming back. He left because your too hard to love. No one can or ever will love you.

I groan as I hear a series of knocks at the door. Cant people just leave me alone? I huff expecting it to be Emma...again, as I swing my legs over the side of the bed and on to the floor. She's already tried to come over twice this week and I just kicked her out. The first time was helpful, many tears released, but I just needed to be left alone to cry sometimes. I reach to the floor and pick up the ring since I promised Emma I wouldn't 'give up' so I've just decided to fake my hopefulness, even though the idea of hope fled my brain long ago. I slip the ring on my finger and hold back my tears at the memory of how Robin proposed his love to me one day, then threw it out the window the next. I open the door and my eyes widen at the sight. He heaves his words out, as if he's relieved the door even opened "Regina."

"Ro - robin?" My voice begins to crack as all the memories flood back in to my head, giving me mixed emotions of love, hate, confusion, anger, and everything else. It all rushes to my heart, causing it to beat out of my chest. My breathing staggers and I feel light headed. What should I do? Do I forgive him? Do I yell at him?

Someone please tell me, what do I do?

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One Week ago. (Robins POV:) (7:00 pm)

"Daddy where are we going?"

His questions make my heart ache. "Were going to uncle John's buddy" I Barely get the words out because I know more questions will come. More painful questions.

"But why? How come were not going home?" His voice raises in pitch as the question moves along, and I watch as he tilts his head like a confused puppy dog.

"Because buddy."

"But why?" All of a sudden I explode, "Because Regina doesn't want us right now. Because of me. I hurt her and now she doesn't want to see me." I pull up to the red light and let tears fall. The last time I can remember crying, much less in front of my son, was at Marian's funeral. It's been four years since a tear last fell from my cheek. And here I am balling in front of my son. "She doesn't want to see us." I whisper and I press my foot on the gas as the light changes from red to green.

"Mommy doesn't want to see me?" He questions and I can hear the disappointment settling in his voice.

"I shouldn't have said that buddy. I'm sorry for yelling." I think about the best way to explain the situation to a five-year-old. "Mommy and daddy got mad at each other so I'm giving her some time. But we'll see mommy soon okay?" I try to soothe the young boy when really I'm soothing myself. Because I don't know if Regina wants me now, not after what I told her.