Good Night by Lady Stranger
"You have to be brave," Regina tells her, keeping her own tears to herself. No one can see the evil queen weak and vulnerable. Not even Emma. Later, when she’s back in the Enchanted forest, she will cry and vent to her wine tumbler and Egyptian-cotton bed. But now, it’s time to say goodnight, one final time.
"Regina—" Emma tries, her own tears at bay, for a different reason than that of her love; Emma is refusing to see, she has her eyes living in the past, a vision of Regina in her bed, next to her.
And maybe they’re more alike than either one of them cares to admit, after all, Emma is in denial no more than Regina is, too.
"For Henry," Regina tells her, her voice low and reserved only for Emma. Henry’s sperm donor is standing right behind them, and so is Henry’s grandparents, friends and family members. "Do it for Henry," Regina nods, this time not sure if she’s telling Emma, or repeating it for herself.
But she won’t say goodbye, not to Emma, not to the love of her life, her savior, her physical reincarnation of her own soul, standing before her, and it seems impossible what she’s asking of Emma, but they have no choice.
"Regina," Emma breathes out her name, "I don’t want to forget you, please don’t make me."
Regina can only shake her head, wishing there was something else she could do, but she knows; she knows what must be done, the price she has to pay in order for Emma–to let go. And strikingly similar to that of a parent reprimanding their child, Regina keeps a straight face, and gives Emma all the tough love she could muster. One of them has to stay strong, there isn’t much time for chit chat and pats on the back.
"Emma," Regina starts, "but you see, you’ll forget me any way, this is how the curse works, it will happen whether you want to or not."
"No! Listen to me, dear, and listen very carefully," she sighs then, "we had a good run, didn’t we? I mean we loved one another as much as any normal couple did."
"That’s not tru–"
"What? Did you think we were soul mates, dear?" Regina bites the inside of her cheeks, her tongue flicking at the blood running down her gums.
"I-I don’t know! Maybe!"
"We’re not, sweet Emma, we’re definitely not soul mates, or else, we could’ve stopped this curse from happening."
"Regina don’t do this, please, I beg you…"
"Begging is not becoming of a princess, Emma," she tells her, "but I suppose it is becoming of a slut."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Snow shouts, pushing at Regina’s back and pulling her away from her daughter. "I knew we couldn’t trust you!"
"How very clever of you, Snow, realizing not to trust the ‘evil’ queen. Or did you forget that I AM the evil queen, dear." She takes out the scroll then, and turns to face Emma.
Emma shakes her head, tears streaming down her face. “Regina, please…please, we can figure this out…”
"You have exactly three seconds to leave, or else our son would be left alone."
Emma glances at her son, his cheeks red, his eyes foggy with tears. She has no choice, she must leave; she must forget.
Suddenly, everything comes to a halt. Her heartbeats, her tears, her shaky hands, she sees nothing, hears nothing; nothing exists.
"Emma, go!" She hears, and her body starts picking up where it left off. One step forward, two steps forward, and she’s inside her car.
A minute she can hear the engine start, and the next the figures on her side mirror are black dots and blurry lines.
One second she’s Regina’s, and the next she’s Emma Swan.