Day is Gone - Abel + Annaya
Before Abel would've enjoyed the sunshine. He would've looked out of his kitchen window, drinking his morning orange juice with his thickest socks on to keep his toes from freezing. But now? Now the curse was broken and everything was different. The sunshine exposed another day full of hope to some, but to Abel every day was now the same. Displaced families had slowly become whole again, with only a few sad faces here and there. At times Abel found himself yearning for the curse to come back, simply for it to take the hole of loneliness from his chest -- to fill it with the bliss of not knowing who he was; what he was. He was alone. People of Storybrooke had families, friends, loved ones.. And he had no one. Abel wouldn't have cared, but Armand; Beast; did. His solitude was a reminder of his past, of the man who no longer existed, and now every moment of peace and quiet was a moment of memories he'd rather forget.
But days had to go by. And so Abel, like he'd apparently done for the past 28 years, went to take his usual Saturday walk. A breakfast at Granny's and a stroll through the park, but on his way back home, as he walked past the library, he decided to do something differently. He wasn't a reader, he could count the novels he'd gone through with two hands, but he'd never visited the library before. But as soon as he stepped in and tamed his jacket's lapels, raising his eyes up, he stopped like he'd walked into a wall. Ghosts of the past were one thing, but the woman standing mere meters away from him was something beyond that. He'd hoped for a familiar face among the crowds, yet seeing her made him want to turn around and walk right back out -- but instead he was stuck on his spot, unable to say a word.
