"Oh, Snow." Regina let out a soft, incredulous sigh, and if Snow weren't so ashamed, she might have laughed. Another Snow, another promise "broken," another love gone (though admittedly, probably not because of it)....but she'd learned. "Did you choose to leave?" The tilt of her head, the warmth of her voice, the gentleness of her fingers on Snow's shoulders all said she knew the answer.
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