#curseofthehellmouth

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He took his cup and brought it to his mouth taking a small sip. “I wish I could remember that…” He wanted more memories of her, he wanted to know what she looked like as they grew up, he wanted to remember his life with her…. “It’s good to know I was a good friend to you.” Was he only a friend to her? She definitely wasn’t just a friend to him… he wondered how he fell in love with her? Was it as adults? Or had he loved her all along? Had he fallen for her when they were teens, or maybe even as a child? Why didn’t she know he loved her? Had he been afraid to tell her? Was she already with someone else? I think I like it just like this.” He needed answers soon before he did something stupid. He thought looking down at his coffee cup.

Abigail moved to the bar table sitting next to Rey and placing their plates in front of them, with syrup and butter. “The pancakes are pretty good by themselves but I like them with butter,” she said. Abigail could tell he still deep in thought. Worried, she placed her hand on his giving it a light squeeze, wanting to comfort him, not being able to help herself. “Rey....I promise everything will be okay,” she tried to assure him knowing there must be so much going on in his head. 

Things always changed when you grew up didn’t they? When you’re a kid you don’t have a care in the world, even in the worst of times. Children just wanted love and someone to play with. Times were so much simpler then. But now Abigail and Rey were grown up and things weren’t that simple. It wasn’t always just black and white, there was always a grey in between and they had to make their own choices, and decisions. Abigail knew that Rey had to grow up a little bit faster then she did because of the mother he had and the duties he had to endure being raised a royal. But she never thought it would result to this. Rey had lost so much. And from that loss he had grown distant and cold, mean almost. And the rumors she’s heard, the evil king. That title always rang in her head and she hated it. He wasn’t evil, he wasn’t evil, in her mind. If she could just get him to see reason, to stop killing and stop trying to kill Snow White. Then maybe he would go back to the boy she grew up with. 

Abigail sighed and looked up at the apple tree she was sitting under his tree, sitting on the bench trying to enjoy the nice day. But she had too much on her mind. Abigail reached up and grabbed an apple from the tree and dusted it off and took a bite as she walked back inside the castle to get back to her duties. Abigail became Rey’s personal servant under the demands of Cora, for she would not stand a peasant living under the same roof with out earning her keep and even though Cora was now gone Abigail didn’t mind working still, it kept her busy. As she neared Rey’s room there was a lot of name calling, such as ‘idiots’ or ‘morons’ and asking how difficult it was to catch a princess. Abigail couldn’t help but roll her eyes and peeked in his room and sure enough there were a couple of knights he was abusing and she listened and watched intently. 

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Sometimes he had to wonder if his mother cared about anyone because if she had even for a moment she wouldn’t be keeping him from Emma, Henry thought as he moved through the hospital as he was here with his teacher to volunteer.  The fact that one of the people looked like Prince Charming meant that maybe the curse will break soon after all it had to be weakening with the Savior here.  Moving away from the long term wing to move where his mother was going to come pick him up from, the young boy ran into a tall man that he has never seen before.  The man was dressed as a janitor and just seemed either out of place or too quiet.

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Emma walked through her apartment door and closed it behind her. She leaned against the door and let out a sigh. She kicked her heels off and moved over to her kitchen. Emma set the small bag in her arm on the counter and pulled out a box. Tonight was her twenty-eighth birthday and she was alone yet again. She had been alone for more birthdays than she could remember.

She moved over to her junk draw and pulled out a single blue, star-shaped candle. She opened the box to reveal a single cupcake. She placed the candle in the cupcake, struck a match, and lit the candle. Letting out another sigh she set her head on the counter. I don’t want to be alone. She closed her eyes and blew out the candle. A moment later there was a knock at her door. Her brow furrowed as her eyes opened and she stood up.