there had been a moment, before regina called it off, that emma thought they might have potential for more than 'magic lessons’ in the brunette’s vault. they shared more than just lust filled moments and to emma that meant something, as confused as it made her. but emma was self aware enough to know her happiness with killian had been withering, they barely spent time together, and when they did he was usually full of more rum than usual and absolutely knocked out by the time his boots hit the floor. most nights he hadn’t even had it in him to hide the lipstick marks and stench of cheap perfume. in the end, emma was on her own anyway. what else was new. “don’t ‘emma’ me when just yesterday you couldn’t even look at me and it was ‘miss. swan’ when i dropped henry off.” as for regina, the blonde had lost slept plenty of nights trying to find a good reason why the brunette stayed with forest boy. although, she hadn’t exactly given regina a chance to finish after she heard the part about them not being able to continue. after that she avoided the mayor at any chance she had, and she wasn’t sure if she was running from the rejection or having to watch regina with robin.
she looked into brown eyes and fought the urge to scream. shoving her hands in her back pockets, she shrugged. “people getting hurt? making the choice to hurt me didn’t seem too hard when you made it, regina.” she took a defending step forward, any sadness she felt replaced with anger. “if you just wanted me to be a good fuck when your beloved robin couldn’t satisfy you, maybe next time open a karma sutra book and try therapy instead of using someone else who might’ve actually loved and gave a flying fuck about you instead of a fairy telling me i had to.” her nostrils flared and her eyes filled with tears. “so please, spare me the fake concern.”
