It was a slow day today for Mr. Gold. He took advantage of it by polishing up his most prized treaures in his shop. All of the objects in the memory of his three lost loves, a chipped tea cup, a sword, and a tiny angel statuette.

Lately, it was difficult for the very calm and collected shop keeper to hold his sorrow inside as he touched those three particular objects. This month and day was harder for him. Today was the 2nd Friday of October. Years ago he lost her to that date. Not from an attempted suicide, or an evil Queen like the others, but a mere farmer with the worst intentions for her. His Raven Haired Angel, something he always refered her to. Certain times of the year, it was always around that time, it was hard for the lonely shop keeper to keep his memory's at bay.

When she died, well, in away she didn't, she nearly was placed into a deep sleep. It was apparent he wasn't her true love, something he always though he was to her, as she did to him. Often the older man wondered if it was possible to be someone's true love and then your heart was meant to another.

He twitched his nose once a straight strand of ashy brown hair tickled him. Tucking it behind his ear, as he stood in front of his cabinet, he looked around before giving a light kiss on the stauettes head before tucking it back inside.

"There now Dearie, Once again, you're among the prettiest things in my cherished collection."

He cracked his neck over towards the door uponn hearing it ring. A very attractive blond woman walked in looking at him.

"Oh, Hello Emma, what can I do for you today?"

"Oh, I am here to pay off Mary Margret's necklace she pawned to you a while back. Something to cheer her up…"

"Oh? That, yes, she owes…one moment Ms. Swan…" he peered into his ledger.

"50.00." Emma nodded her head as she got out two twenties and a ten. She slid it over to him across the counter. Mr. Gold got out the necklace and placed it in a blue velvet box.

"Oh, you didn't have to do that, Mr. Gold." He looked at her smirking slightly.

"Eh, it's Mary-Margret, she's fallen on tough times, I think she deserves a free little box to shelter her necklace in. Don't tell anyone I was nice, please." Emma laughed.

Ever since Mr. Gold became Mary Margaret's lawyer, Emma found a whole new respect for him. Her tolerance actually became a ligitament kindness. But being the ever so suspecting Sheriff she was, she kept it to the limit.

"Alright Mr. Gold."

"So Miss Swan, how is your life going today?"

"Eh, fine, just got a call a domestic abuse call. New couple, they fight…non stop. I'll have to say, the wife, she put up quite the fight. Not a scratch on her."

"Is she…tough," Mr. Gold asked with a intrigued expression.

"Eh, no, she is actually, I wouldn't say short, but she was regular height, and not that big. Her husband is a freaking giant though. He…he kinda reminds of a pig."

Mr. Gold smiled.

"Some others aren't as fortunate to be compared to beautiful creatures like you Miss Swan."

"Oh, really? Amuse me Gold?" He tilted his head alittle, trying to read her.

"Why, a graceful Swan of course." Emma pondered for a second.

"Well, it's not the worst. Thanks…I guess."

"You're welcome Dear."

"Well Mr. Gold, I have rounds to make. It's Friday the thirteenth, and you know how superstitious people are in this town."

She gave him a nod as soon as she turned around walking out.

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