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Chapter 3: Emotions

Belle French

I cannot believe what I had just done. It was an impulsive move, something I would never have done in the past. I didn't even know this Rumpelstiltskin Gold. I had met him two short times. I knew almost nothing about him. I knew he had an antique shop. I knew he loved coffee. He knew more about me, then I did about him. As far as I knew, he had not been starstruck by me.
With that knowledge, I decided to kiss him. I remembered almost everything about that moment. I knocked on the door. When I heard his name, I closed the distance between the two of us. At that moment I swore we were one. I felt that our heartbeats beat in unison. I took his hand, I noticed he was actually sweating. He was nervous. I remember that I smiled at the kiss, the very thought of him made me happy. When I moved away from him, I placed my nose against his. I looked in his eyes, and I was uncertain if I could recognize the feelings he had. He looked at me, I was unable to read the emotion on his face. I walked outside. I
It wasn't a smart idea. What if the media found out? What would they write about me? I didn't need a publicity on my love life. I hated how I needed to explain every relationship I ever had. I hated it more than anything, for some reason people always wanted to make me the villain. When I broke up with Gaston, I was the wrong person.
I couldn't think why I decided to kiss him. I guess I had a need for love, a hunger that could never be filled. I wanted to believe in love, every fantasy about love I wanted to find. It seemed that Rumpelstiltskin Gold brought every of those fantasies back. He was that handsome stranger that liked the girl. He had a foreign accent. A dashing smile.
Yet every path of the way I remembered the hurt. Every pain I had ever gone through came back, and it stopped me, it told me to never let anyone in.

So when I left the house, I didn't know what to do about the situation. I wanted to call him right away, then I realized I didn't have his phone number. I assumed I would be able to figure it out pretty quickly. Yet something stopped me inside, something that prevented me from calling. From going after him.
When I came home, I put on my pajamas and set some tea. I was going to read Jane Eyre. I had read that book 21 times. I loved everything about it. There was so much that pulled me towards the book. And that afternoon, I tried to forget everything that was Rumpelstiltskin Gold.
All I did that afternoon was play that kiss over and over again, echoing the words of Charlotte Bronte.

Rumpelstiltskin Gold

I think I walked around in a fantasy land for about an hour. I could feel her skin beneath my fingers, I could smell her perfume on my clothes. I felt her lips on mine. I think I believed I was dreaming this short moment, that was how good I felt. Minutes after she left I felt like dancing. Not because she was gone, but simple because I had kissed her.
I didn't have one bad thought for hours. I had butterflies in my stomach.I wanted to listen to all the love songs, and I would understand them for the first time. So I put on the silliest song I could find and dance around my living room. I laughed more than I had in the last ten years. Those few first moment of a relationship came back to me.
Then I realized the fatal truth, I would never see Belle French again. It was a single moment, one kiss that I would remember forever. Something that I would tell my dogs about because I believed I would never have grandchildren. I could fantasize about Belle, I could think that she would never be like Cora or Milah. Belle would not once betray me, she would believe in the truest form of myself. That phantom was something I wanted to keep. It would be better than the actual reality of the relationship.
A fantasy of a woman was better than the real truth. So I made her fantastic in my mind's eye. I made her kiss me again and again. I sat there in my favorite place in the house and dreamed of a relationship that would never be.

Belle… I reached for her pale cheeks. Her blue eyes stared into mine. A smile appeared on her face as I pulled her closer to my body. I touched her lips with mine, softly almost like I would hurt her. I tangled my hands in her hair, playing with it. I had never felt hair that was softer, I moved my hand through it, down to her shoulders. She sat on my lap, I pulled her closer to me. I wanted never to let her go.
"Rumpelstiltskin…" It wasn't her voice. It was Killian's. The roommate, who decided to break my fantasy. Yet I didn't want to let it go.
"Belle…" I whispered as I pulled her into another kiss.

"Who's Belle?" I woke up from the fantasy, to see Killian Jones in front of me. He had a playful smile on his face. Behind him was Emma Swan, they came back from their first date. Emma had a plastic bag in her hands.
"Does he always drool while he says some girls name.." Emma smiled as she places an arm around Hook's shoulders. She started laughing harder, I didn't like it when Emma smiled at me. She always did this kind of thing. I had known Emma for so long, yet I never saw her and Killian as a possible relationship. Yet my oldest friend had fallen for Emma in the slowest way possible.
"So who's Belle?" Emma asked.
"Emma, dear, would you place the dinner in the fridge." Emma walked to the kitchen, at the same moment, Killian sat down next to me. He stared at me, I knew he wanted to ask who Belle was. Yet what did I need to say, that she was some kind of star that kissed me once and I was no fantasying about kissing her more? Maybe I didn't need to tell him anything. That was not really something for me to do, I stared at him. He expected me to tell the truth, so I did.
"Belle French…"
"Jeez, Belle French from Lost?" Killian smiled. "It's not new, I mean you never had that vivid dreams about miss Belle French. What changed?"
"I sort of met her twice…" I said. "I kissed her. No, she kissed me. I poured coffee all over her and then I asked her to come to the house. Before she left, she kissed me."
"You expect anyone to believe that story?" Emma said laughed. "Why would Belle French possible kiss you Rumpelstiltskin Gold?"
"Yeah, why?" I looked at Killian, I didn't see if he believed me. There was a smirk on his face, he gave me a soft tap on my back. He walked away and let me all alone.

Belle French

That evening he crept inside my dreams, with his long beautiful locks. His green eyes pouring in my soul. Why had I chosen to kiss him? Maybe if I hadn't, I would be able to forget that hair and those eyes. Yet I was the one that had chose. I took the back of his head and let my lips touch his. I wished I hadn't. Every time I dreamed, the kiss went farther and farther. He had an influence on me, his fingers over my skin. I felt how he undid my buttons and that was when I woke up. My laptop, right next to me. At first, I could fight the urge to search for the number. Yet that didn't last five minutes. After just a few seconds I was looking for that damn pawnshop. Maybe I could say I needed something. I found the number of his shop. I stared at those lovely numbers. Sweet beautiful numbers that could bring him with me again.
I touched my phone. I typed his number. This time I could stop myself.
I did something else, I looked for his name on the internet. There was a small picture of him and some woman. They had been married and divorced. She was named Cora. She seemed prettier than I was. I found a personal number. One that went right to his house. I thought about calling from my small room. That was when the phone went. I lived in a small town outside Storybook. Tommorrow interviews started for 'Fantastic Beasts and where to them.' My producer was picking me up. I walked outside, maybe it was time to push Rumpelstiltskin from my memory. I was never going to see him again? Right?
Ruby opened the car. She pulled me in. Ruby was one of my best friends, I had been friends since I was a small girl. She was not famous, but I couldn't care less.

"I don't know how you do it.." Ruby replied. "I mean the interviews…"
"They're pleasant if people don't ask dumb questions."

Ruby laughed. That evening I forgot the man that was Rumpelstiltskin Gold. Just for a short moment, I had hiss phone number in my pocket. It was when Ruby left that I moved to the phone. I didn't know what to say at first. I placed the phone against my ear. I moved my fingers over the buttons as I typed in the phone number. After a few seconds, I could hear a beep. Then the phone was answered.
"Killian Jones, the pirate that rocks your world." I didn't know what to say. Who would ever pick up the phone like this? I hoped to hear Rumple's voice (oh no, I had already given him a nickname.)
"Is Rumpelstiltskin Gold there?"
"Oh…" I could almost see him blush. "You mean to say, you're not Emma?"
"No, it's me, Belle," I said. "Could you ask Rumpelstiltskin to call me back? I'm staying at Granny's bed and breakfast. Ask after Jane Eyre."

I put down the phone, I was sure he would call me back soon. Yet three days passed by and I hadn't heard back from him. My emotions were hurt. Had he not liked the kiss? Had he not liked me? I felt bad and almost wished I hadn't called him. I thought this was the end. Little did I know, there was more to come.

Rumpelstiltskin Gold

I didn't know what I expected of those next days. Maybe I had hoped she would call. She was the one who knew how to contact me. My home phone number was online and the on of the shop too. Yet three days had passed. It seemed that I was enough for one kiss. She had been able to forget me, yet I could have done the same thing. For me, her memory was something I could never forget. It was a image that filled my every existence.
After four days I sat on the rooftop, I had seen Fantastic Beasts and where to find them that previous day. I saw her, the worst was that I saw her flirt with Eddie Redmayne. I knew it was a movie, it wasn't real. Yet I started to get jealous.
"Who called today?" I asked Killian. I always told that he needed to write everything down. He always forgot who called us. I hadn't seen any number on the notepad the last previous days.
"Do you really expect me to write down everyone who calls you?"
"Yes." I looked at him. "Who called him?"

"Your mom." He replied. "She said don't forget to pick up your dark laundry and her legs hurt."
I wanted to ask if more people called, but I knew he would not remember who had called. I wanted to get up and walk off the roof when I heard him say something again. I turned around.
"Oh, yeah, some girl Belle called. She said 'to call her back and Granny's bed and breakfast' and then she went on giving herself an entirely different name."
"Which was?"
"Can't remember." He replied. " no, Can't remember."