*Author's Note*
I say it again: I Do not own any of the characters from Once Upon a Time.
Here comes the breakdown before the storm.
This chapter is dedicated to Aurorawithatwist who was desperate to get Belle back.
I can't resurrect the dead, but I can create moments with her. I hope this helps!
Mr. Gold gripped the leather steering wheel tightly as he pulled into the parking lot of his pawn shop. Slamming the door, he entered his shop eyes red and watery. He limped towards his back room when he almost tripped over one of the beaten up oriental rugs that littered his shop. Catching his balance, he ball his hand into a fist. He howled in anguish as he raised his cane and took his anger and hurt onto the glass display cases. anger flowed through him as glass smashed and and wood splintered.
As he made his way around the shop, smashing everything in his place, he caught a glimpse of the chipped cup teetering on the a shelf. Each hit made it vibrate closer to the edge. Breathing heavily at the exertion, he limped towards the cup. Plucking it gingerly off the shelf, he held it close to his chest. It was if the small china teacup was a key to his heart. Fresh tears fell down his face as he stared at the cup. He slid to the ground, his knees close to his chest, and continued to weep for his lost love. If he had never went after Milah, he thought,she would still be alive. Guilt, anger, hurt, and heartbreak overwhelmed him as he thought only of her.
It was a half an hour before Mr. Gold had stopped crying. He slowly stood, still clutching the cup in his hand. He made his way to the back room, where he kept his personal effects. Stepping over to his desk, he moved some papers and brushed away some of the dust. He smiled slightly at a memory of Belle not too long after the curse had broke as he set the cup down in the empty spot.
Belle had gotten everything sorted with her father and had been working at the library for a week. She had come to Gold's shop after the library closed, meeting him for a burger at Granny's Diner. Gold had been at his desk absorbed by the old charms book he was translating. Belle smiled as she saw him midst the dust and papers. Mr. Gold, so organized on the outside, never took the time to straighten. Belle sighed and grabbed a feather duster off the high shelf. She began to dust the shelves as Mr. Gold read. After a moment, he noticed her actions and smile. "Belle," he had said," you don't have to do that." Belle smiled and laughed one of her twinkling laughs. "I know Rumple, but I don't mind," she had replied," but I still refuse to skin the children you hunt," she joked referring to the first time they meant.
Mr. Gold smile faded as he stared at the cup. He raised his hand, casting it over his personal treasure. Magic flowed from hand forming a protective seal around it. Satisfied at his handiwork, his face hardened as he glared at the door. They would pay for what the did to Belle. They would all pay. He Went to his safe, unlocking the blood lock and opened the door. There in the center of the safe was the Dark One's dagger. His anger building, He reached in and grabbed the hilt, pulling it out of the box. He smirked impishly as the steel glinted in the dim light of the shop. Yes,he thought, they would all pay for Belle's death.