You had done it. Really done it this time. You'd made one power grab too many. And now, even Belle had turned on you.

There were tears in her eyes as she held your dagger in front of you. You couldn't resist anything she said with it in hand, that was how the Dark One's dagger worked. She had just had you teleport the both of them to the town border, alone. And now she was telling you to cross it.

Fear struck you like lightning. You, The Dark One, one of the most powerful beings in the realm, reduced to a mess by the one you loved. And it was your own fault. You knew it was. You'd pushed your luck, you hadn't been the partner Belle deserved. But crossing the town line? You'd forget about her. About everyone, about Storybrooke. You'd be powerless, alone and afraid again. Belle knew that.

"I tried, to make this work for us. I tried to love you, I really did. But I can't keep doing this."

The way her voice wavered pained you. She was slowly edging closer and closer to the line, as were you. Belle didn't want to do this. She loved you. But she had no other choice anymore.