28 years ago, Regina had told you the truth about her intentions with the curse, and you didn't like it. You had stormed out of her castle, anger and hurt fuelling your thoughts. Regina had regretted that day for every next day that passed. Watching you in Storybrooke, charming all the people you talk to, blissfully unaware of how her heart ached for you.

28 years later, the truth was out again. Everyone remembered she was the Evil Queen. You remembered she was the Evil Queen. But this time, while the entire town wanted her dead, you came to her. While you didn't agree with everything that Regina had done, you had known her longer than most. You knew the pain behind her actions, the heartache that fuelled her every move. It wasn't often, but you were talking.

But it wasn't enough for Regina. She'd find herself, on some nights, nursing a glass of wine, staring distantly out the window as memories of you and her played in her mind. She couldn't get you out of her head. You were the best, but you were the worst, because your memory haunted her. She was a dick, a habit to kick that age-old curse. She wanted so desperately to make amends. And in a moment of desperation, she did something completely impulsive. And called you over.

When she heard a knock on the door, Regina's heart was in her throat. She was nervous, and she couldn't cover it up, no matter how she tried. Her hands trembled as she pulled the door handle, opening the door. Your brows immediately furrowed in concern at how nervous she was, and you opened your mouth to ask what was wrong. But she got her words in before yours.

"I love you.."

Regina quickly forced out, her words strained and shaky.

"I'm sorry..."

Her words were a mere whisper, and she couldn't even lift her gaze to meet yours. Too afraid of what you'd say.