There he was, standing in the garden alone, with the girl that lit up his night running away from him and his widened eyes. He watched as her back shifted into just a small dot before her body rounded the Castle's corner. Vincent couldn't help but frown before he looked to the ground and let out a breath. This wasn't how he imagined his night to go. He wished she would stay and be there with him as he made his final decision, but instead, she had ran.
She had ran as if she had seen a ghost, or a zombie behind him. She had ran like the world was catching on fire and it started on Vincent's body, imagine that. She had ran as if her life depended on it, and that was what worried the prince to the point where his heart ached. She ran away from him.
Without much thought, he turned toward the garden as if for some kind of answer, and when nothing came except the breeze, Vincent decided to go after her. After balling up both of his fists at his sides, he bolted after her in his suit and tie.
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The Dying Rose
Fantasy**SLOW UPDATES** The Beast had always been just a made up story that villagers would share about for fun around fires. They didn't know what it even looked like, or who it really was. Corla had been taken away from her home when she was six years o...
