Consuming Darkness

CHAPTER 3: Arguments

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CHAPTER 3: Arguments

A few hours after dawn, Regina woke up. She had a terrible headache and even though her cuts had stopped bleeding, they still stung when she stood up. She debated in her head between staying in her vault until the pain had gone away, or wasting energy by using magic to get home where she could be found.

She magically appeared at the en suite from her room. After taking a shower to clean her cuts and getting herself as presentable as possible by dressing in one of her tight black dresses with and equally dark blazer, she looked at herself in the mirror observing every detail about herself.

She noticed the dark bags under her eyes; her eyes looked empty, her dark makeup accentuated the emptiness in them, making them seem to be devoid of any emotion - as if it was never there. Her red lipstick hid the bloody cuts she had done to herself the prior day when she had bit her lips to muffle her sobs. Tiredness could be easily noticed from the way her features had turned gloomier, the extreme sadness could be seen on her face and she looked paler than usual, but once she took a deep breath and placed her mask on all those things were out of sight. The only thing left for the untrained, common eye to see was the hard and stoic usual mayor.

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Henry stared at his untouched breakfast, thinking of his mom. He didn't know where she was, and it was his fault. Robin had broken her, it was his fault! But then he started thinking deeper and remembered that it was Emma who had brought his wife back. Was she the one to blame? No, of course it wasn't, she didn't mean to cause any pain.

He wondered inside his head thinking, trying to find someone to blame, someone to throw his anger and desperation at, but he couldn't find anyone to blame but himself. He was the one who started it all when he brought Emma to Storybrooke in order to break the curse; hell, he had believed that book in the first place! If he hadn't brought Emma back he and his mom would've been happy together, they would be having a peaceful breakfast like they used to every Sunday.

She would wake him with her morning kiss, something she hadn't done since he pushed her away. She would walk with him downstairs and they would make breakfast together. He would get the ingredients to make pancakes while she prepared some eggs and bacon for him. He remembered how she would smile and raise her eyebrow playfully whenever she caught him licking the spoon, or how she would always grab a little flour and smear it on his nose. Laughter would echo throughout the house those days.

They would talk and make plans for the day together. She would stare at him with so much love he never knew any person could be capable of. They would brighten each other's days and nothing else mattered. He missed those days, he missed her. He missed his mom and it hurt. It hurt more than he could ever imagine. He wasn't sure there were words to describe his pain. He felt like he had a wound deep inside him that was pulled open whenever he thought about her.

He truly regretted ever pushing her away. When he was pushing her away he felt betrayed and hurt. He always thought she didn't love him, that every caress, every soothe to his cries, every word and every detail was part of an evil scheme. He blocked every memory he had with her because he felt used; just a pawn in her sick game. He had tried to fill his void by helping the 'good guys' by breaking the curse, by defeating 'evil' and making justice. He thought that if he pushed everything else aside the emptiness would disappear, but it didn't.