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Expectations (x reader) part 1

I lay in our bed. I tear streaming down my face. I roll over expecting to feel the comforting heat of you body, but your not there.

I walk down the street and see the shop. The 'closed' sign still hung in the window. I look at it from across the street expecting you to walk up and turn it to 'open', but you don't.

I sit in our booth at Granny's, in your spot, watching the door. I expect you to come in any moment, but you never do.

I stand at the kitchen counter making supper. Your favorite meal is on the stove. I expect you to slip you arms around my waist taking a sniff of the food, but I never feel your touch.

I laughed, rarely, and expect to hear that cute giggle behind me, but I never hear you.

I cry, often, and expect you to wipe the tear from my cheek, but you never do.

Everyone says I will be alright, but I never will.

I lay, I walk, I sit, I stand, I laughed, I cry, but there is one thing I can't do. I can't see you. You're gone.

I miss you Rumple. I saw the dagger again today. The one that someone I thought I knew ran through your chest. The one that killed you.....

Go to chapter 15 for a second part