At the well where the purple cloud was pouring out, Belle laid her head on Mr. Gold or as she calls him Rumpelstiltskin. "Is this magic?" Belle asked.
Rumpelstiltskin wrapped his arm on his good side around her and held her hand. "It is, Belle," he told her.
"Does this land not have magic?" she asked.
"It will now," Rumpelstiltskin replied. "I still need to find Baelfire. He's in this land somewhere. I know it."
Belle stared up at him. "I was locked up just so you can find your son?" she asked.
"Belle, please," Rumpelstiltskin replied. "Regina told me that you had been killed. If I knew you were still alive, my love, I'd have gotten you out a lot sooner." He kissed the top of her head.
"You didn't know?" Belle asked. "I find that hard to believe."
Rumpelstiltskin swallowed his pride. "She knew my curse would be not to be able to find my son; that's why she told me that you had committed suicide," he said.
"I wouldn't have done that," Belle said. "I wouldn't have done that to you. I knew you loved me even though you wouldn't admit it."
"Well, I had my reasons," he said.
"Couldn't you have told me those reasons?" Belle asked. "I figured them out after you kicked me out."
Rumpelstiltskin shook his head. "No," he said. "I wouldn't have been The Dark One anymore. Not only do I need to find my son, Belle, but the fight with Regina isn't over."
"We're going to need everyone in town," Belle told him. "This isn't just your fight, Rumpelstiltskin; it's everyone's."
"I'm going to need your help with that," Rumpelstiltskin replied.
Belle stood on her toes to look into his eyes. "You have it," Belle said.
Rumpelstiltskin lowered his head to kiss her. "I love you, Belle," he said finally.
"I love you, too," Belle told him as she met his kiss as the purple cloud engulfed them.