I opened my eyes to see the sunlight creeping through the windows, it was time for another dreary day. I rose out of bed and grabbed my cane nearby. I prepared myself for a new day and headed out towards the town. It seemed as if every day were all the same, silvery gray clouds seemed to always be covering the town, hiding the sunlight. The air was cool and smelled like the salty ocean.
In the town is was just as predicted, Granny and Ruby were arguing over the schedule granny had created at the diner, Marco was tending to the repairs of the the shop signs, our town Mayor was kissing her son goodbye and he and the other children jumped onto the bus to head to school. It was all the same day in and day out. It felt as if we were stuck in a frozen stupor.
Although there was something new, something was different. On the street across from my pawn shop was a bright yellow beetle but no one was inside of it. I don't recall anyone in this town owning such a car. I decided to pay not mind to it.
Mr. Gold's pawn shop where I kept my collection of items I had collected over the years. Oddly enough I can't quiet remember where I had gotten all these things. One other thing stood out to me, something I hadn't noticed before. I don't see how I missed it all these years but on this particular day it stuck out to me.
I went over to the glass counter and peered into it. There was a small tea cup with a chip on the edge. Surley no one would buy this cup being broken, but there was something about this cup and what lied next to it. My pawn shop didn't hold much jewelry but there were to rings next to the chipped cup. They were both gold bands and one had a dazzling sapphire on it. I opened the glass case and pulled the cup and the rings out.
Even when holding the cup in hand it felt important but for no reason. I felt as if I wouldn't be able to get rid of it to any customer. I further inspected the rings, the one with the sapphire had 'You're my reason' engraved in it and the other had Belle engraved on the front. I had no idea what either of them mean other than belle meant beauty in french. Still, there was something about the rings and the cup. Almost like I saw them in a dream at one point. I knew that no one in the town could afford such fine jewelry being that it was real gold and a real sapphire. Or perhaps that was an excuse I made myself.
Regardless, I put the rings inside the cup and opened a safe hidden behind a painting and placed them inside. I then turned and leaned against the counter to prepare for another mundane day here in Storybrooke, Maine.
_The End_