Emma groans as she make she way down the sidewalk. As she steps she curses.
Curse being back to bounty hunting.
Curse my annoying empty apartment.
She sighs wondering if anyone else remembers of if she’s the only one cursed with bearing the weight of a life she’s lost. She spends her days trying to distract herself with bounty hunting and her nights living with ghosts. Everything she does feels wrong.
When she makes breakfast it should be for three with Regina teasing her that bacon is all she can make.
When she folds laundry she should be hurling and dodging socks as she plays laundry war with her son.
When she goes to sleep it should be with her arms wrapped around the woman she loves.
Instead she’s just alone, left wondering where that grey cloud whisked her family to, if they’re still alive and if they’re fighting just as hard to get back to her,
It’s those thoughts that plague her and today, Regina’s birthday, the memories weigh heavier threatening to break her heart and she knows she cannot go back to that apartment. So, instead she’s ended up here, outside the bar, two blocks from her place hoping to forget for a night.
Emma pushes the door open and makes her way to the bar, throwing herself down onto a stool. Graceful as ever. A tear slides down her face as she can practically hear Regina’s voice in her ear.
“Welcome to Roni’s. What can I get ya tonight?”
Emma lifts her head, her heart thumping in her chest as she looks up and gasps. It’s Regina. Regina with curly hair and a denim jacket. Regina with a tattoo and a mini-skirt.
“Regina?” She whispers before she can stop herself.
Regina raises her brow, a move so familiar to Emma that it stings, before she shakes her head, “Sorry hun, there’s no Regina here.”
But there is, Emma thinks, she’s here.
“Can I get you anything?”
Emma shakes her head, “No I…I came here to forget but I don’t need to forget anymore…look this might sound crazy…but could we…would you go out with me sometime?”
Regina tilts her head to the side before shrugging, “Sure, why not? Wait around here for half an hour and then I’ll be off my shift…I know a Diner down the street. I’m Maria.”
The bartender stops blinking a few times before shaking her head, “Funny, that name sounds familiar…we haven’t met before have we?”
Emma shakes her head even though it makes her want to cry, “No, must just be a popular name.”
Reg….Maria nods before moving off to serve her customers, only returning to Emma when her shift is finally over. “You waited.”
Emma nods smiling as she replies, “You’re were worth waiting for,” and wonders if this is where their story starts again.
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