Henry Mills has passed away.
The sound that ejected from Regina's lips was inhuman as Henry's heart went into Peter Pan's chest. And before Peter could even move, the Queen was running toward her son, falling to her knees and taking his lifeless body in her arms. "Henry? Henry?!" She cried, tears streaming down her face.
Emma and Neal had followed, but Emma stuck out her arm, holding him back. It was very obvious that the brunette needed a moment. And though the other two were his parents, too, Regina had loved him for eleven years. She'd been there for every milestone in his life, and the thought that she'd never make another memory with him broke her heart. She'd never see him grow to be a man. She'd never see him go to college, get married, have children, and find his own happily ever after. Instead, she'd take his body back to Storybrooke, where he'd be buried in her family tomb along with everyone else she'd ever loved.
