My hands shake as I finish reading the letter. It can't the person I'm thinking. I just know it can't. That's not possible. How would they have found me. They didn't come over with the curse. No I must be thinking of the wrong person. It can't be right. I just need to calm down. Not let it get to me. Whoever sent this is obviously toying with me. I can't let them get to me. Its what they want.
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I get up the next morning feeling happy. I'm a married man. Me and my wife are in love. What could go wrong.
"Rumple! Rumple! What can I get you for breakfast dearie?"
"I'll be happy with anything"
"Alright just give me some time"
I look around taking in the details of the place she's staying in. I wonder who's house this is. If she travels the world then this wouldn't be her house.
After a few minutes pass Dearie comes over with a plate full of food and a cup.
"Here you go my dear. Oh and I got you a glass of fresh milk from the market."
I take in the plate of food. It has fresh fruit and warm bread. Delicious.
"Thank you so much. Your so sweet."
I eat in silence as Dearie runs around the room cleaning. She's cleaning so fast. I think she's nervous.
When her hand reaches the small table I'm at to clear my plate I gently grab her hand and look at her.
"Why are you nervous? We're already married. No need to worry"
"You know what? Your right I shouldn't worry. So do you want to go on a walk"
"Sure, just let me get my coat. Its starting to get a bit chilly." She begins walking away while I stand up and stretch.
I catch sight of my breakfast plate on the table. Its a weird plate. It has drawings of books on it.
Remembering how much Dearie has already cleaned I grab the plate and cup and head to the sink.
I finish washing the plate and cup when Dearie comes back.
"Oh Rumple! You didn't have to do that I could have."
"It was my pleasure. Now about that walk?"
As we start walking out the door I think about that smile on her face. How happy she was when she saw that I had cleaned to make her happy.
That smile is the reason I married her. That way her dimples show. The sparkle in her eye. Its the face of someone in love. More importantly someone in love with me.