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Once upon a time in the castle made in magic, live the Dark One.
«Go and nevers returns...» Words resonate in this head, how could he have told him that, in a tone so cold and with such a straight face ...
He sat in his chair at the end of this huge table, in this huge piece of this huge castle, which seemed now too big. But mostly too empty, too dark, too cold ... As if the sun which illuminate his life just giving way to darkness. A cup enthroned in the middle of the table, a small cup ... how such a small thing could be as important to him? Such a trivial thing, so fragile ... He look as if it was magic, the force of the watch, pray, maybe, she come back...
«You are a coward...» How four little words could do as much harm ... it was a coward, of course, but why it was so hard to hear?
«You regret choosing the power of love!» If she knew, if she knew what a point he regretted, since he missed so much time. He had all lost while becoming the Dark One, but he could not give up, not before he does found him, but lose she remind him so much so much souvenir souvenir, it hurt so much to have lost, lost through his own fault, if had not been so "Coward" ... Now it felt like this mug that enthroned in the table, alone and broken, shattered and fragile as porcelain … Sitting in the shade, still staring at the cup, black smoke accumulated before him ...
"She! ". His fists were on the armrests of his seat. Then the smoke clears letting a woman dressed in a long black dress, ebony hair and lips as red as blood.
- What are you doing here Regina? Says the Dark One in a sinister voice.
- I have a contract about a mermaid ... She said with a big smile on his face putting up.
She feel exhilarating than to see him suffer, lose just as she had lost everything.
- You know ... how is it called already, you know, the princess who has served you well ... - Belle... He said sullenly.
Just to mention his name he felt his guts twist and his heart would crash into his chest. How dare she talked about her that way! He had only one desire, twist its neck.
- Yes, its that, Belle...
That smile on his face, taunt to make him suffer, he knew she amused. Perhaps had he deserved?
- She summers badly welcomed, his father tortured and locked up in a tower, the poor girl was so desperate that she ceased her days …
She stared at him, she loves it ... she enjoyed tell him that, in a voice so ... natural, quiet …
- Well, I'll let you ... Good day my dear Dark One ... she said theatrically if it sounded right.
Rumplestiltskin did not move an eyelash, in shock, horrify, when she was gone he rose from his chair. Jut near his window and his trophies, all his little things he had kept, by pride? No matter its objects the put him out of it. He sent all waltzed with a wave of the hand and cast him against the wall. Noise to crashing and falling metal echoed throughout the room. He should fall on his knees in the middle of its broken things, broken as it was. Tears rolled down his cheeks rough, if had he not been so loose, if it had not been so scared ... maybe she would still be alive ... He could not stay there to lament. He was the Dark One, people feared, he was powerful and had no heart, that's how people saw and this is how they should always see, without weakness or flaw. He was to find his son and repair his mistake ... in his honor ...he rose in a moment of courage. He took the cup, caress the tip of his finger end,, he closed his eyes for a moment see this scene, where she had chip, seeing his beautiful face, his smile so sweet … He put on a display of wood, showing her trophy, because this one was one, he had a heart and this cup, he would keep ever and he will never forget.