an~ i have off today! lalala! and monday too! and i got ideas for characters! yay! sort of a follow up for cold, read it first. also a bit of feel bad for the bad guy. Rumplestitlskin POVish
Crying.
He couldn't get any anger right then, strangely enough. First she didn't feel anything at all. It was almost as if she had died too, to see her standing there at the funeral. She just looked at everyone else and stared at the casket.
He had killed him right in front of her. He had done it because he was starving. No one thought of how he survived shut in the forest all by himself. Animals didn't feel emotion like humans, and he couldn't eat normal food. Well, he could, and it would keep him alive, just barely, but to really LIVE he needed human emotions.
So when the two of them wandered into the woods, how was he supposed to resist? The two of them with their happy emotions - disgusting - and all that pent up rage inside her skin, it was just too tempting. So he killed him.
But it didn't work right. Instead of the anger she was supposed to feel, she was in utter despair. She cried madly, which WAS the next best tasting emotion, but he wanted ANGER! White hot rage, the kind she would have felt two years ago if he had been killed, the protective rvengeful love that he knew she possessed.
He almost wondered, staring at her during the funeral, if he had sucked all the emotion out of her that day. He felt guilty now. She looked so lost and alone there, just an empty shell of the fiery blonde she had been before the death of her love. He felt he should give something to her, to make up for all that he had taken away. He had never tried this before, and he hoped with all his sick, twisted heart that this worked.
He gave her back what he had taken away. She was filled with tears, the sadness that had been missing since that day.
He watched her happily as she cried, realizing that for the first time ever, he had given something to someone without expecting anything in return.
He wondered if he could do the same thing, if he could turn over a new leaf, be a good person, join Bella on the side of right. But he didn't think anyone would accept him, and with that, he began to cry.
As he cried, he let out all his anger, fear, sorrow, and everything that had turned him into the evil stealer of emotions he had been for centuries. He let it all out, and everyone in the crowd before him now felt overwhelmed with sadness, pain, and anger.
She saw him. She turned away fron the burning boat and saw him sitting there, tears still in his eyes. And she walked towards him. Then she sat down next to him and said the most helpful thing she could have said.
"I forgive you."
He looked up. Had she just said what he thought she said?
"I forgive you." Her voice broke with pain, but it got louder and stronger as she went on. "I forgive you for making me angry, for Bella and the others, for Puck's death. I understand. You don't have to be like this anymore."
The crowd was now washed in joy, though joy still tinged with grief. Those words changed him forn that day on, though he never quite stopped crying.