like sunrise cutting

Emma hurts like a hurricane, hurtling devastation in every direction and spinning through life, refusing to dwell and leaving little lasting damage and then she’s gone, vanished from the room with nothing but silence in her wake. She doesn’t ask about the doctor this time, doesn’t seek to find another way, and she doesn’t look at Regina at all. She speaks to Henry at dinner and Regina sits rigidly in her seat and then she disappears into the night and doesn’t return in the morning.