She wept. Bitter sweet emotions clawing into her skin as she realized what she'd given up. It was tremendous, this guilt, it sunk deep into her soul and taught her one thing – never trust a Dark One. Never, ever.
And so she could never speak to her dearest brother again. Never tell him she loved him, never comfort him when he broke. He was alone now... and she could never be there for him. So, as she sat in the middle of a battlefield strewn with bodies while the rain poured, she wept. The rain covered her tears though, and she looked like just another soldier who had given up a part of themselves.
Mr. Gold had always been a ruthless business man. He always sought what was his and right now this house was his. After kicking out the stupid mouse that lived there, in this world he was Jack, he set about cleaning it out. Useless junk lay everywhere, and he was sure no one would mind him throwing it away. Even Regina had been begging him to get rid of the smell that came off these walls.
Jack would go live with Peter and he would be stuck with their mess. Great.
He idly walked through the house to check for anything of importance, not really looking. There was little to sell in this heap of junk. Sighing to himself, he bent down to pick up a bracelet that probably belonged to Jack's friend. It was blue crystals of every shape and size, all strung together. Jack had many friends, but only one female one. Though, amazingly, they were not considered boyfriend and girlfriend. The bracelet would give Gold a chance to meet her.
One of the few in town he hasn't had the pleasure of seeing cross his threshold. He'd have to get her number from Jack... Musing to himself, Mr. Gold left.