I've been trying to experiment with different fandom fanfics, and since Once Upon A Time is one of my absolute favorite shows, I figured it was beyond time to write a drabble about it. Also, Rumpelstiltskin has always been my favorite character, his personality is so complex and I could probably write an entire book about him XD that being said, this first fanfic will feature him :3 enjoy, rate, and review!
"She died."
No matter how hard I tried, those words kept replaying over and over in my mind. Regina had left the castle hours ago, but the pain she had brought lingered still, and felt as though it would never leave.
I had long since ceased standing, and was now curled against the stone walls, my arms wrapped around my knees. I felt as though I should be crying, but something held me back. Maybe it was my pride, my masculinity, but deep down I knew it was something more. I should not, could not cry for something like this. After all, she had tried to trick me, make me weak. Or had she? Was she telling the truth when she said it was true love? Was it possible that she had cared for me? If it were true, it only made the pain worse.
The sadness I was feeling quickly turned to anger, then red hot fury. But the rage wasn't directed at Regina, or even Belle's father, who had shunned her. It was at myself. I had done this to Belle. I had forced her out of the castle, banished her without a thought of what might happen to her when she returned to her village.
I jumped up from my position from the floor, and ripped down the heavy fabric covering the mirror beside me. The reflection looking back at me was a beast. The greenish grey skin, crooked teeth, matted hair, and yellow, cat-like eyes proved that I was no man. I was truly a monster. I had not deserved Belle's love, if it had been true. I should never have received that kiss, never felt her soft hands touch me. I deserved to be rejected, to disgust all who came near me. I was not supposed to fall in love, I did not deserve the joy Belle had given me.
The tears I had held back now flowed without ceasing. My slimy hands closed into fists as I continued looking at myself. Maybe my appearance was just a reflection of my soul. Ugly, and twisted. Despite what Belle may have believed, there was no good left in me, only darkness and evil. And that evil had taken everything away from me.
All the excuses I had made to make up for my villainous behavior seemed useless now. Nothing could justify what I had done. I had lost Bae, and now I had lost Belle. The two things that had actually meant something to me were gone. And neither were ever coming back.
Now all I had was Bae's scarf and Belle's chipped cup. Remnants of a much happier life. And that's all I would ever have, broken pieces. To match the broken pieces of my heart.
Ok the ending didn't turn out at all like how I wanted it, but I hope you all enjoyed it regardless XD sorry for all the depressing stories, I don't know why I enjoy writing angsty stuff so much...