LUNA
Emma (POV)
The morning broke with a sense of anticipation that hung heavy in the air of Storybrooke, almost tangible, as I prepared for the day. The pending conversation with Regina at Granny's loomed over me like a dark cloud, overshadowing the faint sunlight trying to pierce through the curtains of my room. As I got dressed, my mind wandered, lost in a sea of thoughts and possibilities about what Regina might say in our upcoming meeting.
Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection, searching for answers somehow. The possibility that Regina might want to return to some semblance of normalcy between us—while her heart remained with Robin—stirred in my mind, bittersweet and complicated.
A part of me longed for any form of connection with her, desperate to rebuild the bridges we had burned that karaoke night. Yet another part of me, fearful of the pain such an arrangement might inflict on a heart still raw, dreaded the idea.
The thought of sharing laughter and conversations with Regina, knowing her heart belonged to someone else, filled me with a deep sadness. But wasn’t it better to have Regina in my life in some way than not at all? Could I, Emma Swan, be strong enough to handle that kind of relationship with her?
Taking a deep breath, I tried to push away the negative thoughts. Today wasn’t a day to drown in uncertainty and fear. It was a day to face whatever came my way with my head held high—to listen to what Regina had to say and respond with an open heart, no matter how vulnerable it made me feel.
As I closed the door behind me, I promised myself to keep an open mind. Whatever the outcome of our talk, I knew it was a necessary step—a step toward clarity, understanding, and perhaps a new chapter in our complicated story.
I walked toward Granny's with firm yet cautious steps, prepared for whatever Regina had to say. I knew that no matter the pain that might come, facing it was the only way forward. And who knows? Maybe in the process of opening up to each other, we’d not only find peace but also a way to coexist in this little world of ours, Storybrooke, where the impossible had a way of becoming possible.
The sky above Storybrooke looked particularly clear that morning—a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. A whirlwind of thoughts assaulted me, but among them, one stood out with painful clarity: the memory of the afternoon I saw Regina and Robin together.
It was a confusing and heady time, where what Regina and I shared was as intense as it was undefined. Our relationship, hidden in the shadows of the unspoken, was full of unbridled passion that, for me, had begun to take on deeper feelings. Feelings I naively hoped might be reciprocated.
That afternoon, while patrolling the streets of Storybrooke, I wrestled with whether to tell Regina how I felt about her. But then I saw them—Regina and Robin—together. Their closeness was enough to make me tremble, but it was their kiss, passionate and assured, that shattered any illusions I might have had about us. I hid in the shadows, an unwilling witness to a moment that wasn’t mine, and the pain of that discovery forced me to walk away. That day, a part of me broke—a part I wasn’t sure could be pieced back together.
The memory of that moment was like a wound that never fully healed, always ready to bleed at the slightest touch. I had tried to bury it, to leave it behind with all the other scars life had inflicted on me, but some wounds cut too deep.
That kiss, that afternoon, had changed everything. Not only had I lost Regina, but I had also started to question whether I would ever have a happy ending or if I was only meant to secure happy endings for others. From that day forward, I simply stopped seeking her out.
When I arrived at Granny's, the familiar jingle of the doorbell echoed like the prelude to a decisive moment in my life. Each step inside felt laden with significance, as though I was about to cross a threshold into a conversation that might change everything. What words would Regina have for me? Would she be looking to rebuild a connection, or simply for the closure we both needed to move on?
Seated by the window before Regina arrived, I took a few precious moments to collect my thoughts and steel myself. The wait tightened every muscle in my body, a testament to the anxiety and anticipation consuming me. When I finally saw her approaching through the glass, time seemed to slow. Our eyes met as she entered the door, and in that instant, everything else faded away. It was time to face the truth—to confront our past and lay bare our deepest feelings.
Holding my breath, I watched Regina walk toward the table. This was the beginning of something new—a step forward from the discovery that had torn us apart. Now was the moment to confront our story, to explore whether there was a path forward for us, together or apart.
Despite the pain and the choices that had brought us here, what truly mattered was how we chose to move forward from this point—on this new day in Storybrooke.