Author's Note: This fic is loosely based on the song "The Lonely" by Christina Perri. Specifically the chorus:
Dancing slowly in an empty room
Can the lonely take the place of you?
I sing myself a quiet lullaby
Let you go and let the lonely in
To take my heart again
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The Lonely
Belle looked around the tower that had come to be her home for the past… Well she didn't even know how long. All she knew was that Rumpel wasn't coming for her. Why would he? Clearly he didn't love her. He wouldn't have pushed her away otherwise right? And yet there was this nagging doubt inside of her. She sighed at the loneliness that threatened to crush her. It had to be at least two in the morning, but she didn't want to sleep. That despair seemed to live in her bed and it would wait for her there. Instead she closed her eyes and stood up, twirling around the room, humming a lullaby she remembered from her childhood. She danced and danced, hoping that it would take away her memories, but all it did was bring them back with full force. She saw Rumpel's face, hideous to some, but so beautiful to her. She could hear his odd little giggle and see how he would dance with glee when he came home from a profitable deal.
Still she danced, hoping to forget the way he hoped to forget while he sat at his spinning wheel. She wondered if it really worked for him, or if it just numbed the pain. Cursing softly, Belle hummed the lullaby louder, still dancing slowly in that empty room, wondering if the lonely could take the place of the man she did truly love. Nothing happened though. Belle still loved him undeniably. So she danced and waited and hummed while the darkness wrapped around her and joined her.
She couldn't remember anything. Not how long she had been in the cell, or even what her name used to be. Whoever she was, she was sure that no one really cared for her. Why would they? People who cared didn't let their loved ones stay locked up for God knows how long, did they? The girl sighed and pushed her chocolate brown hair out of her face and pushed herself off of her cot. She had to do something. Without realizing it, she closed her eyes and began to spin around the room in a clumsy childish dance. A song came unbidden to her mind and soon escaped her lips. The girl didn't know what it was or how she knew it, but that hardly mattered. It helped her to remember, but the things she saw had to be dreams right? No man looked the way he did with his green/golden scaly skin and rotted out teeth. Surly girls didn't dress so formally. The only thing that made sense from these flashes of memories were those cold black eyes that laughed at her misery. They were the same eyes that watched her from her doorway.
She continued to dance and hum softly to herself. Every day she did, the visions became stronger and began to feel more like memories. The loneliness was stifling though, and even in these knew dreams it was present. She wanted to get away from that feeling. She longed for that scaled man to come for her, but she knew he never would. Why would he? He cast her out right? Only in that world she had a name. It was Belle.
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