Belle is always there, standing behind their backs as they chatter fun stories of love and real happiness. She sighed and put back her cap of invisibility, not wanting them to witness how she turned her back on them again.
Belle is always there, looking at her own reflection in a small pond and always finding herself grimacing on her image. There was even a time when out of rage, Belle grabbed a rock and threw it hard at her poor reflection, as if she really wanted to break that person she was looking at.
She once hoped to be like Narcissus, but knew to herself that it would not happen ever.
Belle is always there, suffocating within the crowd and constantly wishing for the land to swallow her figure. Whenever she looked into their eyes, she couldn't explain why all she could see were numerous monsters and phantoms who wanted nothing but to put curses on her.
Belle is in her room in the middle of the night, in which her only light is the moon itself. She's standing in front of the mirror once again, and decided to pull out the invisibility cap that hid her among the others. There, she met the hideous creature once again.
She clenched her fist, but still enough to control herself from breaking the mirror into pieces and ensuing chaos in her own suite. The young maiden cried again, and while doing so, she ran her finger to her lips, and soon followed by white stitches in her mouth.
"There's no point in keeping my mouth open if I have nothing to say. It's better this way, for I'm afraid of what will happen if I let those words come out from me," she thought, and stared hopelessly into the moon who continued to embrace her with its blissful light.
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For You, Lady Flower...
RandomA compilation of flash fictions written by an unknown person for her friend Lady Flower who's been worrying about her disappearance the past few years.
