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There are only clouds, thundering with a dangerous storm.
A woman’s voice echoes in the darkness.
“I did this for a reason,” She shouts.
Other voices join her chorus of denial. All muffled in cotton and cloud.
The voices,however, are against her.
Their fiery comments are pointed in her direction, spewing things that feel both warm, and painful.
But then, she starts screaming again.
She screams of her son. Of how her choices made it all better.
How it would’ve been worse if…
Slowly, they die down. Fading like ambers in the light of a cold dawn. One by one.
Until a man’s voice shouts, yelling like he has a reason to.
And then the man’s voice is gone.
And her icy venom remains.
“I will show you that this was better,”
Slowly, things begin to surface. Blankets, clothes, the smell of straw and the sound of birds echo louder than the woman.
“That it would’ve been worse if you were the savior,’
“Rumplestiltskin”
Rumplestiltskin bolts upright in his bed. His breath heavy and forehead damp with sweat. “What a horrible dream,” he muttered to himself.
A hum from beside him reminded him he wasn’t alone.
It was not yet dawn, so he gently stroked his wife's back, hoping to coax her back to sleep.
“Shh, it’s alright,” he whispered, “Go back to sleep, Milah.”