Rumple x Reader | Milah Take Two

Part 2

Your P.O.V ;

There she was. Belle. Rumple, or Gold as he was, talked about her a bit. And it seemed to you she was always the problem for him.
"Belle I missed you so much."
"I missed you too."
It seemed in that moment you were completely forgotten. Pushed aside but this couple reuniting. It was because of this neither of them noticed you slipping out of the door. Neither of them noticed you walking down the road. Rumple had been almost like your best friend in storybrooke. And she had taken him away from you. There was only one place to go when you were feeling down and wanted to feel better. Granny's. She had the cure for anything. You walked in and sat in a booth. A familiar friend slid opposite you.
"Y/N what's wrong?" Ruby asked. Ruby had been your best friend in storybrooke. You were practically sisters and often talked over your favourite drinks.
"Just it's all strange. Plus Belle came back." You said with a sigh.
"Y/N so what if Belle came back? You and Gold have a true friendship, he won't push you away for her. You've worked in his shop. Since... well, since the curse. You have years more with him then Belle." Ruby kept talking but You wasn't listening. A few words stood out to you 'true friendship' why did that sound wrong? You didn't want more than that did you? You would live life as usual making conversation with him.

// Time Skip to Tomorrow //

  You walked through the door to the pawn shop to be greeted by Gold.
"Where were you yesterday?" Rumple asked looking up from his book.
"Oh well I guess the news about my mother hit me harder than I expected." You said smoothly. He seemed to believe the lie but there was something on his face. It looked an awful lot like guilt? But as soon as it came to his face he shook his head and continued writing. Normally when you walked in there would be a cup of tea waiting for you in a special cup. But when you looked it wasn't there. Soon enough in perfect timing. Little miss perfect Belle French walked in drinking a hot drink. Not only was it originally yours but it was in your cup. Yes it may have belonged to Rumple but it was yours spiritually. She greeted you with a smile. You returned one, a fake one of course, and continued sweeping. Oh dearie this was going to be a hard week.