Lantern Festival

"Regina?" Emma says after a while, in the softest of tones, keeping her gaze locked onto their lantern. "So, what's going to happen to us now?"

"I've no clue, Miss Swan," Regina admits, equally as silent, her posture rigid as she sits with her hands folded on her lap.

Emma sighs. That makes the two of them.

"...but I suppose we can take it one day at a time."

A lump lodges itself in her throat. "...yeah?"

"Yes."

One day at a time. She can handle that.

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Inspired by The Secret's in the Telling: Chapter 11

I could read this fic a thousand times and never get tired of it, the writting is perfect ugh.