Children of The Dark One: Rumbelle

Goodbyes and Hellos

Marion walked through the front door, he face set in a glare, "Really Rumple?"

"They locked my in a room with that... trinket of a man." I demanded.

She came over and took a seat on the couch next to me, "I know baby, but don't you think it could help."

"I don't need help!" I snapped back at her. I could see the fear in her eyes as she jumped back. My tone; too harsh. My response; too quick. My voice; too loud.

She nodded, swallowed, and then stood up. "Okay." Then she walked over to the front door. "Goodbye."

"Wait." I pooped over next to her. "Where are you going? Dinner is in the oven."

"I'm leaving. I have been through too much for this relationship. I love you. Always have and always will, but if you refuse to let me, Dr. Hopper, or anyone else help you.., you can't expect me to just sit back and watch this Rumple. It's insanity. I can't walk around all day in this crazy town full of loonies, and come home to you, acting distant and hurting yourself." Her eyes welled will tears. She blinked, causing one to dip out and run down her porcelain face. "I know you've been through a lot Rumple. I think it's about time you get some help instead of refusing it. If you don't agree I'm leaving."

~*~

Many say that Archie Hopper's smile and over all happy demeanor were in factious. But I am here to testify that he is the most annoying man I have yet to meet.

"How are you today Mr. Gold?" He asked as I took a seat on the sofa across from him.

"Well, I'm here, so not great Dr. Hopper."

He smiled and laughed in response, scribbling something down on his paper. "Why have you changed your mind about us meeting?"

"The first meeting wasn't exactly consensual."

"Yeah, sorry about that. Archie rubbed the back of his head. "Emma suggested it. I didn't really think it was a good idea." There was a long pause before he continued, "So, what changed your mind about therapy."

"That's non of your business!" I snapped.

"Well, you can tell me anything without fear of judgment or that I will tell anyone." I only hum in response. Obviously I knew that. At least, that he wasn't going to express his judgment, but he would feel a certain way no matter what. I had kill way too many to count. Not to mention, I didn't want his pity

Marion's POV

Rumple walked out into the waiting room. He was wearing a glare, but it seemed to have softened, if that makes any sense. Things would get better.

The end

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