Curse Broken

Jefferson (Mad Hatter)

I had known. I had always know. It was just that now, everyone else did too. I felt somehow superior, although their ignorance was not their doing, nor was my lack there of. I only wish the witch who now calls herself Regina would have gave me the same ignorance. What a torture it was, all those years with time standing still. Everyone else was more than happy in their oblivion, kept unaware of the pain that had haunted me. That should have haunted them. Instead their personalities and memories retreated back into the far reaches of their repressed minds.

Everyone in Storybrooke got their own unique punishment. Snow and the prince were held apart, each of them not content with out the other, but somehow unable to be together. For me it was knowing the truth. Not being able to do anything as my daughter was loved by parents that were not hers. The only solace I had, was knowing they the family took good care of her. She went to school, had friends, and was sang to sleep every night. Without knowing that, I never would have been able to sleep at night.

But now I don't know what to do. She remembers, they all remember. If that family has any sense, they'd want to keep her. She's spent more time with them then me, so why should she want to come back to me? I left her.