I am not in any book. I’m a real person. And I’m no savior.
“I was raised without a mother. I wouldn’t even know how to be one.”
until one night you in your little yellow Bug roll into town and the clock ticks and things start to change.
I wonder if Snow ever looks at Emma and remembers all of the things her daughter told her directly, or the bits of her past that were hinted at in passing, and feels her heart break because she wasn’t there for her through any of it. And now these moments are nothing but memories, of the relationship and friendship and trust they once had, that will never be exactly the same again.
Emma Swan with glasses and in a ponytail.
