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Also, this chapter might be a bit hard to read for some. Do to some things being a bit cruel when said. Just a warning.

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She heard a lot commotion upstairs but held back from going up because she knew he would be alright. When the noise stopped however and he didn't come back down, she began to worry. It felt like time had stopped, it felt like it had been hours as she waited for him. It had been hours. She had waited almost all day for him. She found herself lost in thought for so long, when she finally looked at the window, she realized the sun was setting. She needed to make sure. She slowly made her way up the stairs and the creaked the door open. She saw on his knees on the floor. A women dead against the wall. The room was a mess. Then she saw it, the mirror she had come through was no longer there. In its place was a pile of pieces of stained gold and no glass

"Rumple? Are you alright" she began to walk towards him

"Go. Away." he said not getting up or looking at her

"Why, wha-what wrong?" she was very slow to walk up to him

"I said, go. away."

"Rumple, your-your scaring me" she placed a hand on his shoulder. He spun around and slapped her hand away. He rose to his feet. He practically towered over her, she was scared. For the first time since she met him, she was scared of him.

"Oh! Am I, well you know what! Good! You should be scared. This is your fault! I'm never going to get him back!"

"Get who back, Rumple whats going on"

"What's going on?" he was shouting at her like he never had before "whats going on is that you have lost me the chance to see my son. That mirror was wasted on you, I wanted that mirror to find my son. Not you." she began to cry. She didn't know he had a son. She never even knew he was married before, or was he? She was so confused. It made her cry more.

"Rumple, yo-you don't mean that." she choked out

"Don't I!" she began to back towards the door she was crying harder then yesterday when she was thinking about her mother. Yesterday. Yesterday had been one of the best days of her life, she mainly spent it with him. They laughed, she cried, she felt as though things couldn't have been better. Yesterday. They were happy. Yesterday. But yesterday was not today.

"Get. Out! I don't care where you go! Just get out." He turned away from and looked out the window, not daring to look back at her as he felt her give him one last look before the door creaked closed and he would never see her again.

She gave him one last look through eyes of tears before running down the stairs and outside the castle. Leaving everything behind, only having her dress to keep her warm. It was January so it was cold, a foot of snow still on the ground. She would freeze. She had nowhere to go. The only person she ever knew was him. Him. She wouldn't be able to forgive him. Not now. She would possibly never see him again. She heard the footsteps of someone behind her, she turned to face them.

He looked out the window watching her run from his castle. She wasn't wearing anything other then a dress. She would freeze. He watch as the only other thing that had made him happy ran from him. Into the woods beyond the castle and out of his life. Once he could see her no longer he left the mirror room. The room that brought great happiness and great despair into his life. He left Zelenas body laying on the floor, he would send her to Regina eventually. With a special note 'here lies the sister you never knew you had'

He walked down the stairs and into the Great Hall. Seeing how the chairs were in the same position as before he went upstairs. It was only then that he realized it was nightfall. It hadn't occurred to him that it was night, even as he looked out the window at Belle. He had sat on his knees on the floor for most of the day. He was thirsty and hungry. He went to the kitchen and made himself tea. As he began to pour the tea he realized he had grabbed two cups. He only need one now. He put the second back and used only one. He sat down in this chair and looked at the cup.

It was the chipped cup.

He stared at the cup for minutes before he realized what he had just done. He blamed her. He blamed her for something she had no control over. He blamed her for something Zelena did. No, he did. Zelena may have broken the mirror, but he antagonized her to. It was his fault. Not Belles. He got up from his seat, grabbed his cloak. And running out the door to find her. His Belle. His True Love.

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Me writing this chapter. It's heart breaking.

It will get better soon. I promise

Also, there is only 3 more chapter of this story. ️

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