The Most Resilient Heart.

A Better Person.

I've been meaning to write for so long but it's almost the Summer holidays and I'm just freaking out... What the Hell am I going to do apart from write fanfics??? :O Anyway, just wanted to say that I'm not planning to ever include FROZEN or ELSA so... I guess, I'm sorry? It's just I want these two together so bad that everything else doesn't matter!!! Don't get me wrong, FROZEN is one of the most amazing Disney movies but I think I'll just leave that plot to the writers... I hope they know what they're doing.

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She leans her head against the door. She deserved it, didn't she? She deserved her happy ending. She had worked so hard for it. She had done and been through so much just to get her heart broken again. By two women of the same blood. Why was it that with every ruining of her life came the happy ending of either Snow White or Emma Swan? Why was it that people pushed her to believe that she could be happy that she could take chances and then when everything was perfect, it would just fall apart?

She was sick of it, of these people who didn't understand that some people are just born to be evil. Some people just don't get happy endings. And there's nothing they can do about it.

But God did it hurt. 

As she stood there her head laid back against the door, chest heaving with quick breaths and mind racing, her heart pounded. It kept beating and it frustrated her. Why couldn't it just stop? Just stop beating? And with every second it beat faster and faster and hurt more and more. It was a terrible pain. She would feel a stab at it with every tick of the grandfather clock. A hard stab that would cause her to take in quicker and more rushed breaths. 

She tried to stand up and push her weight off the door but on her feet she stumbled. Grasping for the table by the door she falls to her knees. Her other hand flies to her heart and puts pressure on it as if to calm it down. Why was this happening? She had never felt so much pain in her entire life; not for Daniel, not for her father, not for the years she spent alone and miserable, not for anything. How could this man make her feel so much pain? Something was wrong and she knew it but she remembered Snow's words the last time she had pulled out her heart:

For Henry.

She sighed. The pain subsided for a moment.  For a moment as she thought of her lovely son that she had pushed away for the first time. She had lost everything, she was sure. But she had been right, Emma would do anything for him. She was the better mother. They all knew it. And then the pain returned and it killed her more than before ripping at her insides as her nails scraped against the dark wooden leg of the table but she told herself:

For Henry. For Henry. For Henry.

She was going to keep her heart in her chest. For Henry.

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And suddenly he couldn't stand it. The forest. It now seemed so enormous. He felt so lost reaching for trees as he ran past them. He was going crazy seeing tree after tree and no road, nothing that he recognised. He had spent his whole life in the forest. It was his home and he had never gotten lost before now. She was everywhere he looked. He could see her smile, he dark, incredible eyes, he motherly gestures, her brilliant figure and curves... He felt bad, thinking about a woman in such ways when his wife was alive and breathing and loving him. He had to at least try for her. She had been through a lot as well. He couldn't ignore that.

But this woman filled his thoughts. They would turn 'dark' and he would think of her lips crashing against his own or her warm body beneath his fingers or... and then he would try to shake it out of his mind just to find her returning again. And then her recently regular expression would appear; that look of sadness and loss and regret. He wanted to tell her everything would be alright. He wanted to tell her that it was her that he needed, that it had to be her. But he couldn't. He just couldn't.