A/N: Hey, it's me again. I just have to share this tiny story: I was looking through a thrift store the other day. Kind of a backroad place, pretty dirty. And there, staring me in the face as I walked in, was a spinning wheel. Nice wood, the wheel spun, and I loved it. The only reason I couldn't get it is I have no idea how I'd get it home. But I instantly thought of our dear Rumplestiltskin. Just had to share that little fandom-in-my-life story. Anyway, this is a really short piece. Not going to be continued, but if you would like to take this and continue it, let me know. It's looking for a good home!
Rumplestiltskin sighed as he walked through the door. One year. Just over one year, he'd been away from his castle. From Belle. He'd yelled at her, shouted, told her to leave. He'd left soon after. He hoped he'd never see the wretched girl's face again. But he hoped even more she'd be at the door to greet him.
The whole entry hall was coated in a thick layer of dust. Everything was dull, a deathly pallor blanketing the place in sadness. He walked to the dining hall, hoping that this time the memories wouldn't hurt so much. He found it as filthy as the rest, with a faded, less dusty note lying at his place at the table. With trembling fingers, he picked it up.
Dear Rumplestiltskin,
There are only three reasons you could be reading this. Either you are missing me, needing me, or I am dead. I find the last more likely than the former two. However, I feel it important that you know this: I love you. I have loved you since you brought me to the Dark Castle. I have never gone a day without loving you. Please forgive me. I can't help myself. And since I love you, I have to tell you this: We have a daughter. Seven months after you left, I gave birth to Rose Amelia Gold. Neither your name, nor my name. She is a combination of us. My hair, your eyes. Even this young, she still manages to produce a certain mischievous glint in her eye that is entirely yours. I wish you could see her. But that would be impossible. Because that would involve you being in the same room as me, and you hurt me too much and I love you too much for that to happen. So this is not me giving you permission to follow us. If you find us, you are welcome to greet me on the street. But do not expect anything more than the kind smile one stranger gives to another. I wish you a good life, Rumplestiltskin. We had some wonderful times.
Loving you too much,
Belle and Rosie
Rumplestiltskin laid his head on the table and cried.