I can't believe this.
He really doesn't remember me. How can he not? He called me Belle, just like he did two years ago, and we even kissed...
Did that mean so little to him that he can't even remember it? But, if he called me Belle, that means he definitely remembers me from that night two years ago. Does he think that Belle and I are two different people?
How can he think that? It's not like I look different when I go to the club in contrast with how I look on a everyday basis.
"You..." I find myself saying, staring at Raine with accusatory eyes. He looks clueless as to why I'm staring at him like this, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
My heart hurts. This means that that night two years ago as well as Friday night meant nothing to him. It hurts. Those two nights were definitely not nothing to me. I might have regretted both of them afterwards, but it meant something to me.
Its not something I can just forget. I can also never forget his face, nor how he looked at me. How can he not remember my face so easily?
My lips tremble and my eyes fill with tears. Do I really mean so little to him?
"Rose," Eliza murmurs, her eyes flashing with concern when she sees the tears in my face. "What's wrong?"
I have to get out of here. I can't handle being in the same room as him.
"I have to go." I say before rushing out of the restaurant.
"Rose!" I hear Eliza call after me but I ignore her desperate calls, not stopping once as I run as far away from the restaurant as I can. When I finally stop, I slump against a tree, the prickling of the sharp parts of the tree's bark barely barely bothering me in this moment.
My body slides down the tree, tears streaming down my face. How dare he...
I hate him.
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The Moon Is Beautiful
RomanceBellerose's purity meant a lot to her. She kept every single piece of her purity, not because she's religious, but because she had values, values that others often judged her for. She was never swayed by men, but that all changed when she met Raine...
