It had happened again. Regina had opened herself up, let herself love, and it had been ripped away from her again. She remembered the fear she felt when the Olympian Crystal was turned on her – only for Robin to jump in the way and block its power. Thinking about his soul floating away as she held on too tight to his spirit's hand was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes. Heaven only knew where Robin was now.

Everything had happened so quickly. Regina hadn't even got the chance to say a last goodbye. And now she just had to move on after his funeral, like she wasn't breaking all over again. How did she love again? After her last two attempts ended in death? It felt like no matter how hard she tried, how much she worked to be happy, she just couldn't be. She would never get her happy ending.

She'd stayed up all night on the day of Robin's death, telling herself she was alright. She could get past this. She'd gotten through worse. She put records on, listening to the ones that Robin had liked. Regina had showed him how to work a record player when he'd first come to Storybrooke. As the songs played, she'd dance to them the same way she and Robin had danced in Camelot. Only this time, she was dancing with his ghost.

Of course, the effects of Robin's death on Regina didn't go unnoticed. Everyone knew she was hurting terribly, even with her flimsy attempts to act like she wasn't. You noticed especially. Noticed the dark bags that had formed under her eyes. Noticed the way she had withdrawn herself from everyone, only really leaving her home to go to her office and drown herself in paperwork. And noticed how she would visit Robin's grave each evening. It never got easier for her to see.

She sat at the grave, a rose twirling in her hands. A distant look in her eyes as her gaze fixed itself on Robin's name inscribed into the stone.

"Why'd you go?"

Regina whispered to Robin, as if he could respond. Unaware of anyone else's presence in the cemetery. She just wanted to undo what had been done. She wanted to be happy, just for once, without something horrible happening as a result of it.