In which Rumplestiltskin tries to move on.

She's not coming back.

For the first several months, he has to remind himself daily. She had been with him through the winter and into the summer, though it seemed interminably longer. She had filled the days with light and smiles and suffused his stone castle with a warmth it couldn't have otherwise possessed. And now it was winter again, and the rose had long since dropped its petals and he nailed the curtains shut to keep out the winter storms and he still saw her everywhere he looked. But she isn't coming back.

Perhaps one day he'll stop wishing.

A/N: This will be the end of the weekly updates. I've run out of drabbles. xD So, unless I decide to write a drabble a week just for the sake of updating, I'll probably just post new things as I write them, if I write them. But I have a ton more oneshots on the way, and I'll be continuing 'Lost and Found' for some time yet, AND I have a multi-chap WIP. So keep your eyes open, and thanks so much for reading! Hope you enjoyed/will continue to enjoy my conglomerations of words. xD