Hope
This one doesn’t come from a prompt. This is a thank-you to my 200 followers. I am taken aback and honored and a whole lot of other things that require more words than I have to express.
So here’s an ungodly long story for thank-you.
(There will be another chapter to this eventually, I just haven’t written it yet.)
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Hope
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It has been twenty-eight years since Gold last saw Belle, and he doesn’t believe in true love. Grief, yes. Regret. The vast, unfillable sense of loss where Belle’s wasted potential should have lit the sky in shining, fairy tale colors. But not true love. Never love.
He believes in heartache and failure.
So when he discovers that Belle is not dead, that she has been found—rescued—from the hospital basement, his heart does not break. Of course, this is the way the world would work. Butterflies, he thinks, are only made for others to pluck their wings.
I usually don’t reblog fic but kdfs,glfdhgdjf
