{ A/N: So, I started writing this story in a notebook, but found that maybe you guys would enjoy reading it to. Belle is a little more tuffer in this story, but still the same-old ladder-falling Belle. Please Review, let me know if you hate, like, or love it. I should be able to update at least every week or weekend, because school is starting soon. Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a time, and if I did it would be airing tonight. So I don't.}
Mr. Gold opened his eyes to the sunlight streaming in from his second-story window. He rubbed at his eyes. Another nightmare about losing Bae to the Orge wars. Sometimes, waking up without him and knowing that he was the one to drive him away was more painful then any nightmare he had of him. Without thinking, he sat up and dragged his legs off of the bed. His mind yelped in pain but his mouth stayed silent.
"Blasted knee." He muttered. He got up and dressed, not like he was going anywhere or anything. He slowly decended down the stairs, when he saw the date on the calender. How could he forget that the stupid Miners day festival is today?
Mr. Gold never went. He never associated himself anywhere near those Fairies- well, nuns, here. Not after the Blue fairy and what she did with Bae. He scolded himself mentally for thinking of that memory. He had managed to not think about if for 786 days, 7 hours and 28 minutes. Since when did he start counting the time of things? He shook his head, continuing down the last steps of his staircase.
He poured himself some hot tea from his old tea set he had in the dark castle, and unfolded his newspaper of ''The daily mirror''. All that was in it was Minors day festival adds and new things that are adding to Grannys. Sometimes he would read it, since he liked to know what was happening in his town, but today he had no interest in reading more about the stupid day. He intended on not opening the shop today. He would have to pass all the stupid citizens- and he was most certainly not in a mood to have a chat with Regina or Sherriff Swan.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when there was a period of knockings on his door. He got up, slamming the chair into the table out of anger. Nobody bothered him in the morning- let alone Miners day festival morning. Every citizen in this town knew he never went or wanted to but candles.
He opened the door, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes. He exhaled sharply, swinging the door open. "I thought I told everyone that I don't want any of your-" He opened his eyes. He didn't know he inhaled, but he must have because all of the breath was knocked out of his lungs. He stared at the French on his porch.
Belle.
{Sooo...how was it?It is so unbelivably short, i know. I know many Rumbelle stories have 'The miners day fesitval' plot and everything, but trust me, this is a story like no other. I will update the next chapter tomrrow or tonight! 3 Cya lovlies!}