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This Takes place 2 year in the future for those to be soon confused. You'll understand later ;)

"Just because we do bad things doesn't mean we're bad people" - Unknown

7 October, 2017

Spinning around for hours, not knowing where to go, what to do, who you're meant to be, but when I look into your eyes, I know exactly where I'm supposed to be, Belle. With no one else but you.

I never say the words though.

You're in a committed relationship with a lover.

I wish to be your lover, but I can feel the slaughter of reject before I mouth the words in the mirror of the loo we share each morning.

Today is the day. I repeat each awakening.

You were laughing in the kitchen Belle, with your lover sitting right across from you as you sipped from your mug of coffee with 3 teaspoons of sugar & Vanilla flavoring. I bet he doesn't know how you like your coffee. Or the fact that you didn't like coffee back when we were lovers. Or that we even were Belle. I give you & your lover a kind smile. The kind smile you would always wear when hiding a teary lie. Once I turned my back on the both of you, I exchanged the barbie wired smile for a frown.

"So are you ready for your first day on the job, Lad?", asked Grady, your novel lover.

I gave a nervous laugh of fright. A punk bar blocks away from our Uni of the Arts was where Belle & Grady scored me a goal for employment, "First days are always the hardest, aren't they?"

"Wait 'till ya see what we've got in store for you" You both laughed at the inside joke. I felt absolutely alienated.

I chuckled to myself looking down at me cup of tea, "Is it good?"

"Depends how you view the job"

"I- I, uh, meant the tea" I corrected.

"Oh, oh! The tea! 'Course it's good mate. Made it myself"

Grady knows how to cook. I don't.

"Oh! That reminds me Louis! I need to put imitation piercings and eyeliner on you before you go"

"W- What? I just sat down. Much less dra-"

Before I knew it, you had pulled me out of my chair and into the loo, "I'll meet you chaps there"

My breath became uneasy. I hadn't been in such a closed space with Belle in such a long time. She motioned for me to sit on the toilet as she towered over me, "I'm glad I hadn't left for you to do this yourself. You could've lost an eye" she explained amussed as she took the eye liner from her miniature purse.

I recognized it instantly. Did she know? Remember?

" That's a nice purse. Where'd ya get it from?"

"Er... It's a long story"

"Oh", she motioned for me to tilt my head back, "So you're not telling me?"

"Do you plan on living here long Louis?"

"As long as you let me"

She sighed, "All right. I'm telling you. But, just." She cringed, "Don't tell anyone"

"I don't have any friends to tell," she chuckled, losing place on the eyeliner to laugh harder.
I, in fact found it pathetic, I hadn't contained any friends in my circle.

"Well," she began, "I had this purse before an accident I was in. I don't remember much of my life before the accident. Or the accident at all"

I'd heard.

"I- I don't remember. That's the saddest part of all. Other than waking up in a clinic with this purse to my side. Pink and Pearly. Along the way, I've recollected one moment. Or another. From my childhood mostly"

"W- Would you like your memories back?" I asked in hope. Perhaps I could have reversed the effects of my cause.

"I found a small journal in there, dated years back. Old, edges torn off. All I did was complain. Complain of how dad hit mum. How I heard them fight from my room"

"Would you write in it constantly?"

"Every so often. The last date I read had been the 7th of October. Exactly 2 years ago. My teacher, Mr. Tom- No, Tomlin-," I felt my heart beat quicken. I knew. She had written about me. Me. Was she going to recognize me? "Well, I called him Louis in the entry for some reason. He- He asked me about the bruises. The ones on my exposed arm. I- I had gotten them from-" She cut herself off, "I'm done applying your make up"

I knew the exact date she was speaking of. She spoke almost from memory.

7 October, 2015

Belle had become more quiet, more dull. A saddened, wilting buttercup calla lily in a bed of fresh red roses. No one else pointed out how unique Belle was. I had asked her to stay after class to conversate on a peculiar topic.

Since she had neglected contact with me, I found anew aspect to knowing her better the night before: Click! She had become fairly easy to find. A couple of photographs of her humiliation had surfaced.

Belle's account had gone dead after a couple more, but her account remained in existance. Her account had gone dead on December of 2013.

It had been fairly childish, considering the fact that she had created it when she had been younger, having the basic elements.

Hi there!
I'm Belle!
My favorite color is Yellow, I don't have any pets, but I love puppies :) I like to believe I'm an only child. I love the sound of rain when it falls. I don't have many friends, but Click! on me to be my friend.

In the pictures she had posted, she looked younger, not fully developed as she was now. Her golden smile had then diminished as she stood in front me as I sat on my desk. I motioned for her to lend me her hand.

I mindlessly inspected the bruises on her arms. Just like the ones in the pictures. Except, these were more fresh and full in color. Purple and red and green tinted over her fragile arms.

I felt the urge to punch someone for causing her pain, but I kept my cool, "How'd you get these?"

"I must have fallen," Belle shrugged, not bothering to lie. Those had obviously not formed from a fall.

I traced my finger across one of her copious bruises coming in various hues of purple, murky green, and light yellow on one. She winced in vulnerability, pulling back a little. I hadn't let her go, keeping my grip tight on her wrist.

I felt like the small curious kid whom accidentally knocked down a costly vase in a museum.

"I'm sorry," I spoke quickly, letting her go, "Well. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here"

"Can't I talk to a shrink or someone?"

But I want you to ask me, to tell me all about yourself & the mysteries underneath your long sleeved clothes. Yet. You won't.

"Yes. You can," I forged a grin. But I didn't mean it. I usually don't.

"All right," Belle twitched a grin then spoke the following words looking behind me in such a sincere manner, "Blue eyed people are warm hearted and special. They put others before themselves. Most especially, they're difficult to forget."

You'll forget me.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion but by the time I did, Belle was no longer in sight.