A/N: Gosh I'm so sorry, I totally forgot about this, this should have come a lot sooner. I've been super busy, and kind of having a hard time, so I apologize for the wait and am sorry if you do not enjoy this little chapter. Thank you to all of those who are reading this, and who have still stuck with me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Tell me what you think.

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Rumpelstiltskin,

It rained today.

I love the rain, I always have. As a child I enjoyed watching it fall against the grand castle windows. Enjoyed listening to it hit the roof as I drifted off the sleep each night. Enjoyed reading by the fire as it stormed. Enjoyed running outside and dancing around.

I was born during a rainstorm. And my mother died during one.

You remind me of the rain, Rumpelstiltskin.

I know many people who fear rain, because of what it can do. It is powerful and can be destructive. It can hurt and make you ill. They fear rain, so they hid from it, take shelter from it. Unless they need something of the rain, then they pray for it and once it has come and gone, they forget about the good and begin to fear it again.

But they do not know the rain as I do. Rain makes things grow and gives us water, life. Rain is mysterious and beautiful. It is a blessing. Many people fear rain, for good reasons, but not me.

Sometimes, you have to take a deep breath, be brave, then run outside during a storm, and dance.

I danced in the rain, and I loved it.

I have missed my rain, and I have missed you.

Forever yours,

Belle

Rumpelstiltskin,

Are you listening Rumple?

I know you are not reading these, because all my letters sit by my bed wait to be sent, but that is different from listening. Are you paying attention to the world around you, because it can tell you so many things?

Are you listening to me? Have you forgotten me? Please don't forget me.

I used to be able to feel you, but I cannot anymore. I could tell when you were angry, or when you were on your way home after a long trip chasing a deal. I could tell whether that deal had come through or not. I could just tell, I think that's what true love does. I could feel you, I miss that.

I do not feel you anymore, the ability has slowly slipped away from me. That does not mean that I have stopped loving you. I will never stop loving you, Rumple, I promise.

When I first got here I could still feel you. I felt you as she told you of my so called 'death' and I watched. She made me feel and watch and it hurt me so very much. That pain was hardly bearable, and if I think too hard I can almost feel it clawing at my chest again. But that pain also gave me hope. Because it says that you love me. You still love me. You always did.

I do love you. I really do. It's nice to know that you love me too. No tricks, no scams. Just true love.

She calls me a fool, the Queen. She calls me a stupid girl for thinking you shall rescue me, for believing in you and our love. I am not a fool. Have I already told you this? I cannot remember. No matter, the important thing is remains to be that I am not a fool.

You will come for me, I know this. I tell her this, and yet she still calls me crazy.

Am I crazy? Am I? I don't wish to be, I do not think I am, but I feel as if things are telling me otherwise. The invisible people I speak to tell me so, the voice in my head, clawing at my brain, the gaps in my memory, the ever present evil of the Queen who has confined me to this tower.

Rescue me soon, Rumple, I'm not sure how much long I can take it.

Forever yours,

Belle