SwanQueen Week 3 - Soulmates

Linked Minds

Oh. You're back I see. Want another story?

Alright. I guess I have one in mind.

What makes soulmates so special, is what they share. Many people thinks it's only marks. But it can be so much more than that.

Ever heard of linked minds? Well here you go.

Regina Mills. 17 years old. Her birthday was right around the corner and she couldn't be more excited. When you turned 18, you would slowly get memories and interests of your soulmate into your mind. And Regina was excited to see what memory she would see first.

Was it a bad memory, a good one? The excitement rose as the hours became minutes. Minutes became seconds and before she knew it, the clock turned midnight. Regina immediately saw it before her. Nurses. Nurses everywhere. A crying baby and arms reaching out to the baby. It was a boy.

Her soulmate was a girl? And more importantly, is she an adult?

Regina walked in days, trying to figure out who this girl was. Or rather, woman. Suddenly another memory came and Regina gasped as it did. A little boy was running around and the person was running after him, the little boy laughing. She finally caught him and the laughs stopped as the woman stood in front of a mirror and Regina saw the woman's face for the first time.

Blonde with green eyes. The little boy had brown hair with brown eyes and Regina couldn't stop herself from smiling. The little boy was adorable and she couldn't wait to meet him. But there was something she noticed. The girl. She was not a girl. She was a woman. How did she get paired with a woman much older than her?

Weeks passed and memories came more and more often. And Regina could tell they were old. Many of the memories showed placed she had never seen before. One of the memories showed the woman standing with her son by the twin towers. So it was before 9/11.

There was one memory in particular she couldn't get her mind off. That day. The woman was standing in front of a tv, the news reporter panicking on the screen as she was telling about the attack on the two towers mid city. The woman immediately ran from her apartment and out to the car. She drove towards somewhere, Regina could easily guess where was.

She stopped in front of a building with lots of colors and big letters and Regina knew she had guessed right. The woman ran into the building and saw all the kids screaming and crying and the woman ran around, trying to find her son.

"Henry!"

The memory stopped right after that and from that moment, Regina was afraid what had happened to the poor woman and her son. But the name got stuck in her mind. Henry. Like her father.

One day she was walking home from school. She took the long way through Central Park and that's where another memory came. It was a memory of Central Park. The woman was sitting on a bench, talking with a boy next to her. He looked like a teenager. Suddenly the woman laughed. And that's when Regina heard it. The laugh.

The memory disappeared and she turned to the sound and saw a woman sitting on a bench, a boy next to her. She gasped out, loud enough for the woman and boy to hear her and they both turned to her, making Regina turn around in fear.

"Hey, are you okay?", the woman asked and Regina could hear the footsteps. She felt a hand on her shoulder and yelped out, jumping back.

"Wow relax, I'm not gonna hurt you"

And that's when the woman noticed it as well. Those eyes. Those lips. That scar. This was her soulmate.

"Hi", she suddenly said and Regina swallowed hard.

"Hi", she said calmly and the woman smiled at her.

"Mom? Everything okay?", the boy suddenly asked and the woman turned to her son smiling at him.

"Yeah kid, come"

The boy rose from the bench and walked over to his mother and saw the girl standing in front of him. "Who's this?", he asked and Regina stood still. She could easily recognize those eyes. He was beautiful.

"This is Regina", the woman said and Regina turned to her, her eyes widened.

"Your soulmate?!", the boy asked and the woman smiled nodded. The boy smiled and turned to Regina who looked more afraid then anything.

"You look pretty young"

All Regina could do was nod and the woman looked her over, nodding in agreement. "The kid is right. How old are you?"

"Eighteen", she said with a small voice and the woman sighed turning to her son.

"That explains why I didn't get any memories or visions when I turned eighteen", she said and Regina nodded looking down and the woman chuckled.

"I'm Emma. This is my son. Henry"

Regina looked up and smiled at both of them.