Once Upon an Outlaw Queen

Regina's Point Of Veiw

I was hoping he'd run back down and tell me not to leave, but that didn't happen. He left me walking out the house.

I hopped into my car, and on I went to Emma's place.

Why did he just go up the stairs? If he really, truly loved me, he would have came after me. What am I thinking? I am confused and sad... I need a drink, fast.

I pulled up to Emma's, and there she was, awaiting my arrival with two bottles of spiked apple cider. She knows me so well, that is my favorite drink, Apple cider and liquor. I cannot wait to get my hands on those bottles.

"Alright Regina, it's time for your explanation. Emma hands me the bottles, as she opens her door.

"Dear God, Swan, can't this wait until I'm drunk?"

"Not this time Regina."

"Fine." I rolled my eyes, I know she is only putting my best interest at heart, but I wasn't ready to be that vulnerable yet, it still hurt too much.

She walks to the cupboard and pulls out our glasses and notions me to the couch.

"Robin and I are going on a break, for at least a month." She hands me a glass and tops it off.

"I thought you two were happy."

"Something isn't there anymore, Emma, I woke up, and I felt like I was looking at a photograph of a memory I had once shared with him "

"Damn Regina, didn't know you could be so deep." She says with a concern tone.

"Thank you for letting me stay here, while him and I think things through." I put on a weak smile. And she embraces me with a hug.

"Anytime, I think you and Robin will be able to work this out." She smiles, "What do you wanna watch?"

I think for a moment, and I smile, "Bones, season 3 episode 9."

"My God Regina, you watch that episode every time. When will it be enough?" She smiles.

"Never." I laugh.

Why can't she keep talking about her and Killian? I don't want to talk about Roland, or Robin God, why does she have to care so much?

"Regina?"

"Sorry, I was thinking." I murmur.

"Care to elaborate?" She looks into my eyes, she sees my pain.

"I was thinking about Robin."

"About Robin, what?"

"I feel like I should be there with him, but at the same time, I feel like I don't want to be there, for the sake of my heart." I whisper playing with a sequined pillow.

"Regina," She places her hand on my lap," Do you deep down, somewhere, know that there is something there, you're just afraid to go further with Robin?" She looks me in the eyes, until I gulp down some of my apple cider.

I look at her with uncertainty, "Emma, I'll always love the man, but there is nothing in between us. No spark, nothing."

"I'm going to bed." She yawns.

"Good night Emma, thank you, again."
I yawn also.