not coping at all [[closed to Emma Swan]]
Regina has had a hell of a day, and the fact that it's not over yet is pissing her off greatly. With a newly purchased bottle of expensive scotch, she doesn't drink delicately like normal. She downs the glass with no ice, then another, wincing at the burn. She looks over at the empty space where Daniel - her husband's - things used to be, and she takes off her wedding ring, the same brass ring she's always had, and slips it into her pocket. Taking a deep breath, she lets it out, swallowing as she braces herself against the counter.
She realizes, with surprise that most likely shouldn't be there, that she loathes her life. Even loving hurts. Perhaps, she thinks idly, that her mother has the right idea with ripping out her own heart and tucking it carefully away. Bringing a hand to her own chest, she contemplates it, until one name crosses her mind, and she drops her hand.
Henry.
And now, outside of the village, a man who wanted her dead had her son. Who the hell knows what he'll do, and that is enough to keep Regina from doing anything drastic, at least tonight. But the two glasses of scotch have already clouded her judgement otherwise, and with a glance at the directory, she makes her way to Emma's room, scotch in hand as she knocks on the door. As soon as it swings open, there's Regina in a sleeveless top and slacks, and she speaks, words to the point.
"I hated that it was so easy for him to love you."
She realizes, with surprise that most likely shouldn't be there, that she loathes her life. Even loving hurts. Perhaps, she thinks idly, that her mother has the right idea with ripping out her own heart and tucking it carefully away. Bringing a hand to her own chest, she contemplates it, until one name crosses her mind, and she drops her hand.
Henry.
And now, outside of the village, a man who wanted her dead had her son. Who the hell knows what he'll do, and that is enough to keep Regina from doing anything drastic, at least tonight. But the two glasses of scotch have already clouded her judgement otherwise, and with a glance at the directory, she makes her way to Emma's room, scotch in hand as she knocks on the door. As soon as it swings open, there's Regina in a sleeveless top and slacks, and she speaks, words to the point.
"I hated that it was so easy for him to love you."