Chapter 15

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ALL CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL WRITER

Emma woke up to the smell of Pancakes and Hot cocoa. When she looked to her side she realized Regina was no longer in Bed, so Emma slowly went downstairs, as good as her sprained Leg would let her, before she saw the Smaller Brunette in the Kitchen. She didn't seem like she noticed Emma yet, anyways she walked closer to the Teacher before she carefully wrapped her Arms around her. She had long sleeves so the cuts from the day before were successfully covered. "Good Morning! You scared me.", Regina greeted giggling as she turned around to the Blonde, yet her smile slowly faded when she saw Emma's straight face. "Sorry...I thought you heard me coming closer.", Emma Replied And let go of the Brunette. You can't do anything right. Leave her and give the poor woman a chance of happiness. The Voice in her head said and Emma held back a whimper. "What's wrong?", Regina asked as she pulled herself closer to Emma and carefully wrapped her Arms around her Neck. She was flat against her and Emma slowly put her Hands back around her Waist. "N-Nothing.", Emma croaked out as she looked down at her big brown eyes. "I can see that something is Off, Emma. Let me help...please..", Regina asked as her Eyes seemed to get even bigger, Emma Thought. You will loose her either way. The Voice in her Head said laughing. "I-I'm sorry. I tried but I'm not strong enough.", Emma Replied as tears left her eyes "What happened, Emma?", Regina asked as she softly wiped away her Tears with her Thumb. Emma slowly put off her Shirt. She wanted Regina to see everything. The Brunette slowly looked over Emma's body, it was muscular and full of bruises. Not just her Arms were bruised by the cuts, her back, and front was full of scratches. "I'm sorry...I tried...I can understand if you don't want me anymore now.", Emma whispered as she broke the silence between them. The Smaller Woman slowly reached out and carefully let her Fingertips trail from the Muscles on Emma's Arm to the ones on her Stomach, she was careful when she stroke over one of the bruises so she wouldn't hurt the Blonde. "All I see is Perfect. I see a beautiful Woman and even thought I've never been through something like that I know it's not easy to stop, I will never stop wanting you Emma.", Regina Replied Softly before her glassy Brown Eyes Met Emma's green ones again. Lies. How can she love someone so broken? She just wants to shut you up. She will never truly want you. The Voice whispered but it was the first time in her Life that Emma ignored it; as she looked into Reginas eyes she saw everything she just said was the truth-she knew it. "Why? All I See are bruises that make me weaker everyday, but I can't seem to live without them. All I feel is rough flesh and cuts, scars and bruises that cover it.", Emma Replied And wiped a Tear Away that seemly left Reginas Ehe without the Brunette herself noticing it. "I see everything I've ever wanted.", The Brunette Replied And slowly got in her tiptoes as her Lips crashed against Emma's ones, given Emma leaned down a little so their Lips could touch without some big effort to do. She just feels bad for you, there is no Love. She didn't kiss you back before this as well. The Voice husked. "Why didn't you kiss back?", Emma asked as she wrapped her Arms around her Girlfriends Waist again and pull her flat against her. She knew that Question might ruin it all, but she had to know. "What do you mean? I did kiss back?..", Regina asked confused as she Wrapped her Arms around Emma's Neck as well. Emma could feel her breath against her Chin even. "When I kissed you for the first Time. In Class before I ran off. Why didn't you kiss back?", Emma asked as her eyes looked back into Reginas. She somehow always could tell if the Brunette lied or not by looking into her Eyes. "I was stunned. Surprised actually. I had no idea what you were doing and when my brain finally realized what was happening you pulled away again.", Regina Replied honestly, Emma could see it. No Lies, pure honest. It was her turn to be surprised...'how could that Woman really want to kiss her?', Emma Thought.

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