What happens when Beauty is a man, feisty as hell and stubborn as a bull, falls in love with the Beast who is a gentleman and authoritative in every word?
To find out read this Beauty and the Beast, the classic story with a twist in it's tale.
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I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry till there weren't any tears left. Till I could never cry again. Perhaps then, this feeling of choking in my throat would disappear. I was... Disappointed. Disappointed by my parents. Disappointed by my fate. Disappointed by my life. Honestly sometimes I wonder if I were god's mistake. You know, a creation that was mistakenly tossed out into the world. If that was it, it would explain everything. I could feel my eyes burn at that. Tears. Don't cry. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters other than me. From now, I would live for myself. Selfish? I'd prefer that than being a slave for anyone. Self-centred? The world did revolve around me. I wouldn't cry nor die for anyone other than me. Be it parent, relation or stranger. I would wipe my own tears. I would pat on my own back. I would run my fingers through my own hair in comfort. I would hug my own self. Yes, it is lonely. But then again, one is all alone in birth and death. I would depend on me. Only me.
