Myself
A love forgotten by time can be reborn in a reunion. A love never lived, never understood. After years of not seeing each other, friends Emma Swan and Regina Mills start working together and this coexistence reminds them of an old feeling, a feeling bigger than friendship, but that neither of them ever understood exactly. This feeling can bring them great moments and others not so good. Together they try to understand what they really feel for each other, to accept each other, so that they can finally be really happy together.
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