A missing scene from In the Name of the Brother. Enjoy.
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The sound of the cup, her cup, shattering against the wall stopped Gold's heart. He wanted to scream, to fall to the ground and weep for all they had lost. It was his own fault. He had wanted, needed, so desperately for her to remember. He needed her more than the next breath he took, and she was looking at him like he was…
Like he was a monster.
Gripping the handle of his cane, he slowly walked around the bed, his eyes glued to the shattered pieces of her chipped cup. Like the cup, his heart was splintered and beyond repair. He considered scooping up the shards and taking them with him, but he could feel Belle's frightened stare glued to the back of his head. A tear rolled down his cheek as he passed the pieces of her cup.
She was gone, truly gone, and it was so much worse than when he had thought she was dead. At least when he had mourned her he could remember all of the good they had shared. Now it was as if she was dead, except she was sitting in the bed just beyond his reach. His heart longed to pull her tightly against her and shower her with True Love's kiss until she remembered who she was and how much she meant to him. Maybe this was Regina's ultimate revenge; for him to know Belle was alive, but the part of her that knew him was dead. It was torture, pure and simple, to be so close to her but worlds apart from her heart.
His feet carried him further and further away from her side, away from her sweet smile and tender touch. It was his own fault. He should have done more to protect her. He had promised to keep her safe from everything, but he had failed. This seemed like an appropriate punishment. Gods, he would have given anything to hear her speak his name with love and familiarity just one more time.
Soon the hospital, and his precious Belle, was behind him. He trudged back to his pawn shop a broken man. He had caused all of this, and now he had to find a way to fix it. He had to bring his Belle back to him.
Once he was inside the safety of his pawn shop, the grief hit him like a violent blow. Ignoring the protest of his bad knee, he sank to the floor and wept. He wept for himself and all he had lost, but most of all, he wept for his sweet Belle. He wept for all which had been taken from her, and he wept because he knew he might never be able to fix what he had done. The only thing to do now was to make sure no harm befell her while he sought a way to restore her.
His reddened eyes went to the box Cora had left for him. If he couldn't help Belle, then he would find his son and bring him back to Storybrooke. Once Bae and Belle were safe, he would make this entire miserable town pay.
A smile crept across his damp face.
Oh yes, they would all pay.
The End.