- Essential Necessities -

Running

It was the right decision.

I turned around and left the bar rapidly the day before. It was absolutely the right thing to do.

I walked as fast as my high heeled feet could have carried me until I finally reached my apartment door.

Luckily it was just close to 10 when I came home and Mary Margret wasn't home yet, still catching up with some friends of hers. Running into her at this moment, would have worsened my situation.

It was the right time to go.

I slumped down on my bed after taking off this ridiculous pink mud-spotted dress. I know why I'm much more comfortable in jeans and boots.
I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling.

It was right to leave this guy standing there. He deserved it. That's what I thought befor falling into a deep peaceful slumber.
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But now.. now things are different.

It was wrong.

It was aaaaall wrong.

Of coure, I shouldn't have gone there in the first place when Regina convinced me. Reminds me to be mad at her for the rest of the month.

But.. there was just something about my decision that I could not help to regret.

Leaving this guy.

Deep inside of me I began to feel sorry for leaving so abruptly without saying anything. God, I didn't even tell him my name.

Well, maybe because yesterday I didn't want to give any stranger any information concerning my identity.. maybe because I just liked the thought of being strangers, but still.. feeling such a connection.

That was a damn fact.

I could not deny it. We had chemistry in that very moment we shared. He just got me sentence by sentence and.. how could he tell?

I thought my walls were intact. How could this be? Someone looking at me and just being able to tell what I think or feel in the same moment? It just couldn't...

It was wrong. So wrong.

Worst of all, I didn't give him my name - I also don't know his!

I realized I was frowning for 10 minutes straight now and then it hit me: I would probably never see this guy again.

Who was talking now? The girl that tells everyone as soon as there's a possibility that she loves to be and stay single.

Emma Swan does not need AND want a man. The only one who saves me is me.

Lalalalalaaa.

That are indeed my thoughts. Not that this guy would be in my consideration for-.. what, a serious relationship? With a guy like him using people's distress to lure them into deep conversations and trying to score themself. I could't even picture-..

He didn't deserve it anyhow. He did not deserve that I left without a "thank you" because.. he did encourage me to find a solution and in his eyes there was something.. like care or mainly interest in me..

It was just strange.

But I could not ask him anyways because it was just a one time thing.

A tense talk on a staircase.

With awkward staring.. into his deep ocean blue eyes and-..