The Curse

Pictures of You

"I'm here to see one of my wife's patients; Regina Mills". Emma said to the women behind the desk. She looked at her name tag; Ellah Peterson embroidered onto it. She seemed like she was in 40's, long brunette hair, dark brown eyes, few wrinkles on her left and right cheek, and a small dimple on her corner of her red lips. Emma checked her watch, tapping her foot. She had to hurry before Katherine notice that she is gone. She was lucky that her wife was a heavy sleeper.

"Can you hurry up please. I'm in a hurry".

"By all means Ms.Swan, patients is a virtue. I am still surprised Katherine puts up with you"

Emma rolls her eyes. "I'm surprised you aren't fired yet. You are getting Old, Ms. Peterson".

The older lady smirked, picking up the visitor's name tag, and a black bold point pen. "Write your name down. Ms.Mills room is the last one down that hall". She pointed over, directing Emma to where she should go. The blonde gave a childish face towards the women as she wrote her name down and headed down the hallway. "Try not to fall asleep or they might fire you and you might become a hipster and buy your clothes at thrift store and wear thick glasses, but you probably already do". Emma laughed, shuffling backwards to see the damp expression on the woman's. face.

"Bitch". Ellah murmured.

The history between those two have always ended in childish jokes; mostly coming from the blonde. She never did like that blonde brat neither has Emma ever liked her. Katherine tried to convince the two of them to get along, but she figured since they are grown women, they can figure it out for themselves.

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Regina smiled brightly when she accomplished her task in finishing up the drawing. "Beautiful". She said, tracing over the paper with her long fingers, centering them around the face. She was too lost in her thought that she hadn't notice someone was standing in her room, nor did she hear the door even opening.

"Ms.Mills?". Emma asked with a tiny shake in her voice. She grasped onto her sleeves, curling her hand into a fist. Regina traced over the picture one more time before turning around. Her breath hitched in the bottomless pit of her stomach and yet another vision had awaken her.

"Emma?". Regina breathlessly whispered. She felt her body tense as Emma took a step closer. "May I". The blonde asked kindly, gesturing towards the bed. Regina nodded shyly. Emma slowly pushed herself onto the bed that cushioned through. "You are probably wondering why I am here". The blonde says curiously, chuckling. Regina smiled slightly and felt the butterflies spread it's wings in her stomach. The spark ignited between them, the strong gravitational pull wanting them together.

Emma smiled, staring at Regina for a long moment. "Your smile is pretty". The brunette said. Emma got caught off guard, her cheeks turning bright pink. Regina brightly smiled, showing her pearly white teeth, and looked away quickly. She couldn't help but notice how adorable Regina could be.

"Thank you". She crossed one leg over the other; glancing at the drawings. Regina noticed this and shakily took the drawings. "Would you like to see".

"Yeah. I would love too". Emma took the pages, and had been amazed at how talented Regina was. "These are amazing". She gasped out.

"Th-ank you".

"Is this me?"

Regina shyly nodded, blushing in the process. The blonde traced the picture, feeling the skin of the thick paper on her finger tips. "It's lovely Regina. May I ask why you decided to draw me?". Her voice was soft.

"My vis-ions. Y-ou're in them"

"I been having visions too, but I'm not sure if it's just my imagination"

"You ha-ve been hav-ing visions too". Regina never had stuttered. She guessed that since her and Emma are in the same room, she acts like a cute school girl talking to her crush for the first time.

Emma chuckled slightly. "Yes. I can't tell who is in my vision. It's just I hear this woman's voice and it draws me to her. Like I have known her for my whole life".

"Do you think it could be me?"

"It could be. Is their any reason why I am having these Regina?"

Regina shrugged. "I uh I'm n-ot sure. You should probably go. It's al-most bedtime". The brunette looked over at the small clock. Emma sighed and the brunette swore she saw the sad look in the blonde's eyes. "How about you uh um.... Come back some other time?"

"Yeah". Emma grinned. "I would like that. Goodnight Regina".

"Goodnight Emma".
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Lady Swan tossed the bag of potatoes in the wooden circular container. She rolled her eyes, hearing the faint voice getting closer and traveling right to her ears. "My daughter, what took you so long". Lady Swan clenched her eyes tightly. "I apologize mother. I ran into somebody who assisted of the need of help".

"See that's why you are going to make a fine queen. You always want to help". Her mother smiled, kissing her cheek.

"I love helping people, but being queen isn't who I want to be. I don't want to rule an entire kingdom. I want to be a noble Knight that shows great value and heroism. That's who I want to be. A woman who has honor and is selfless and brave". Lady Swan finished off proudly, smirking at her mother who stared at her in disbelief. Dumbfounded, she walked away, leaving her daughter to her task. Lady Swan never ceased to catch her mother's words and keep that at bay. She carried on with her task, but for her thoughts ran rapid than ever before.

Lady Swan will never forget those alluring brown doe eyes, that staggering smile that could heal entire kingdom, or that seductive the voice that had taken her heart by storm. She swore she was lost in Regina Mills, and she had to have her. If want something, you fight for it, no matter what happens, no matter what comes in between, you take what you desire the most and even if you lose over and over, you just have to accept and let it go. Lady Swan couldn't turn back now even if she wanted too. If her mother ever found out who she had helped, they would do anything to keep them apart.