A/N: I thought I'd take a break from CS and OQ and give you guys a teacup full of Rumbelle, so here it is! Just to clarify, this is when Mr. Gold wakes up from his coma that he was left in during the s4 finale.

It's quite short, but short and sweet can be nice, so I hope that's what this is.

Also, a shoutout to Polkie2 and TaylorAnne for giving me some awesome prompts that I'm currently working on (those chapters are going to come out soon, and they'll be longer ones than usual)

As usual, reviews and follows and favorites will be greatly appreciated, and it will give me feedback on how you liked it so that I can improve! Also, prompts/requests are welcomed :)

Now I'll stop talking. Hope you liked the chapter!

Mr. Gold's eyes fluttered open, and the blurs of color that surrounded him quickly shaped into the backroom of his pawnshop.

His whole body felt drained, but with each breath he took, the lightness on his chest felt more evident.

There was a certain warmth enclosing his left hand, and he didn't need to look to know what it was, and how he came here.

"You came back for me," he croaked, wondering if this was what dying felt like- a dream too good to be true. "You gave me another chance."

The heart that had been ridden with darkness and hatred was now pure, and the man who had been blinded by his greed and selfishness was breaking from the loyalty and faithfulness that had been exhibited towards him.

"Rumple, I never left," she replied, squeezing his arm tightly.

He shook his head, wondering how he of all people earned someone like Belle, how someone so whole and good could have possibly fallen for a coward who lived by deceiving others.

"What do you see in me?" he asked for the umpteenth time.

"I see a man who has fought the hardest battles, faced the hardest losses, inflicted the hardest wounds, but also suffered the hardest punishments. That's someone who deserves another chance, because they've fought their whole life for it," Belle replied, and both of them knew that those words had come right out of her heart, ridden with absolute sincerity.

But that didn't justify the number of hearts he'd crushed, the number of tears that had spilled because of him, the number of families he'd maimed.

"Belle-" he argued, but she put a finger to his mouth.

"Sometimes, a cup is chipped. That doesn't mean it isn't worth drinking from. In fact, sometimes, the teacups are those that are chipped."

Hope you liked it :) See you tomorrow! PS: Don't forget to follow and review and give me your ideas for drabbles and one-shots!