Is it possible?

Chapter One It began in the rain...

It was raining, the water running down the windscreen of the car, each drop racing to the bottom- that is, if the wipers didn't knock them off their path before they had the chance. Most people hate driving in the rain, especially if it's dark also, but Regina Mills loved it. Her car was the only one on the road and as the clouds kept crying, she would smile. Smile at the fact she could run through a storm and make it out okay on the other side. And whilst the rain continued to pour, Regina got lost in her own thoughts and hopes, that maybe one day she could reach the other side and be free from her marriage. Because although she loves storms when she's in her car, nothing compares to the thunder she receives at her own home, a place where she is meant to feel safe.

Leo Blanchard, her husband double her age, with a daughter only a few years younger than herself. Many people would ask Regina why she wasn't happy,

"He's the mayor, you have the money, the house, what else could you want?"

Love? Happiness? The ability to feel secure and safe in your own home? Is that too much to ask? Of course Regina didn't chose this life. It was simply an arranged marriage. Not very 21st century is it? But Regina's mother is all about old traditions, and maintaining the family business is what Cora Mills cares about. So much so, because her older sister Zelena didn't care about her mother's opinion from the moment she could walk and talk, Cora found it easy to ignore her eldest daughter, kicking her out the house the day she got a job. Regina on the other hand saw kindness in her mother- well tried to. She always desired her approval, wanting to make her proud. Regina soon found it easy to listen to insults, and although she had fire and sass, she never had the strength to leave the family name like her sibling. Now she wish she had. And as the years in the marriage progressed the sass and fire she was once known for was buried too deep under the physical and metal pain her husband inflicts. Sometimes she wishes she could just call Zelena and tell her all about...

"Oh dammit!" said Regina aloud snapping back to reality. She pulled her car to the side of the road and searched through her bag.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit." There was no phone, "I must've left it at the office." Sighing she turned around and began to drive back the way she came. Leo won't be happy about her arriving home late, she put her foot on the accelerator and decided to cut down a forest road, knowing it was quicker than the freeway she had just been on. The trees were tall and blocked the starlit sky. Regina turned on her fog lights which instantly made the forest road visible and could see all the details of her surroundings.

"I must come this way more often, it's beautiful." She said to herself, slowing down to appreciate its tranquillity. Then her eyes locked on an outline up ahead on the side of the road. As she squinted to make out what it was she gasped. A man, lying in the mud. Regina slammed her foot on the break and came to a holt. The pouring rain became oblivious to her and ran out into the storm kneeling beside the man.

"Please don't be dead, please don't be dead," she whispered as she put her two shaking fingers on the side of her neck. He was ice cold, but a faint pulse gave Regina a sudden wave of relief. She cupped her hands around his face. He was a handsome man with tawny hair that looked darker from the rain and mud. His eyes were closed but she could tell they were beautiful, and on his chin was a cut. Gently, she dabbed the wound and buttoned up his jacket, trying to make him warmer in this miserable weather. As she did so Regina felt a phone in the pocket of his coat. Her shivering hands stabilized as she realised it had battery still and called 911. There was no time for shaking, this man was now her responsibility. "Ambulance please...I'm at the Forest Toll Bridge in Maine with a, a man I just found unconscious on the side of the road...please help...yes he is breathing, just... thank you and please hurry." She hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket,

"Stay with me okay?" she said and pulled out the man's wallet, looking at his picture and name. She was right, he was handsome, and his eyes just as pretty and his smile. But now he just looked innocent, and dying. Regina knelt in the mud and pulled his head up onto her knees. She wiped her cheeks, not realising she was crying,

"Stay with me, David Nolan."