Chapter I

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"Non papa, je ne serai plus en retard", Belle groaned into the phone as she listened to her dad continue to speak into the phone. François Laurent, her father, was a very special person. Every promise he made was kept, he was never late, his clothes were always ironed, and his beard was always trimmed.

"No dad, I'm not gonna be late again"

In contrast to his daughter, who was obviously late on her first day at a new school, he wasn't a liar.

To be fair, she had hit the bar hard the night before and awoke with a "slight" hangover. In her head, last night of summer break meant last night of drinking for that year... but obviously she wouldn't stick with that

"Oui papa, j'ai mangé" another lie. To defend her again, she would've woken up early and made breakfast if she wasn't drinking last night, so technically not her fault yet again

"Yes dad, I ate"

"Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire "porter de vrais vêtements" ? Papa, je vais à l'école de mode" Belle chuckled at the same sentence her dad said ever since he saw her leave for school in a mini skirt for the first time.

"What does "wear real clothes" even mean? Dad I go to fashion school"

"Je sais, je connais mon vieux. Ne te fais pas de crise cardiaque en t'inquiétant trop" she assured him, while looking down at her outfit. A pink mini skirt and an oversized black shirt with long sleeves didnt really scream "fashion icon" but it also didn't say "I have daddy issues" so Belle figured her dad would definitely approve.

"I know, I know old man. Don't give yourself a heart attack by worrying too much"

"Assez parlé de moi, comment vas-tu ?" she suddenly asked, as she leaned on the closest wall. She heard her dad stop talking and she could tell his whole mood switched.

"Enough about me, how are you?"

"Je vais - je vais un peu mieux aujourd'hui.. je... ce matin j'ai oublié qu'elle était partie" he said, his voice trying to remain steady. Belle knew she shouldn't have asked, now her dad would think about her mother the whole day. Well, it's not like he wouldn't do that anyways, but she felt like she shouldn't have asked.

"I'm - I'm a bit better today.. I... this morning I forgot that she was gone"

You couldn't blame her, Belle wasn't even at her mother's funeral and her and her dad barely had any contact since her passing. They both obviously reacted badly to it, and without the ability to grieve together, they became unable to talk about it properly.

That also lead to Belle's dad not sleeping at all and Belle spending every awake moment with a bottle in her hand.

Belle's mother, Camille, was a lively woman full of every and life. Key word is "was". All it took was passing out randomly one day after feeling fatigue for the past few days. Francois, even though he wasn't a paranoid man, felt in his gut that something was wrong so he took his poor wife to the emergency room.

God how did he wish he would be wrong.

Belle had been just 16 at the time, and watching your mother trying to fight a cruel disease for years wasn't an easy sight.

The first time Camille forgot about her was just a few months into her treatment. She'd been in the hospital for two days prior and when Francois came to visit her, he kept apologizing because Belle didn't come with him. At first camille didn't question it, she figures Belle was a nurse or something, until her husband started mentioning her again and again and she finally had to ask.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 19 ⏰

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