An Imperfect Beauty and Her Beast

The Damned Beast

A/N Hi everyone! Well I decided to write here and there and before I knew it, I had a chapter. I just hope you guys don't mind how short it is. It's been very crazy in my household, so updates will be at weird times. But we're almost at an end to the story. Soo...ENJOY!

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David’s POV

I wrote. And wrote. And wrote. I couldn’t seem to do though. My heart raced as I licked the top of my lips rapidly every few minutes or so. One leg continued to bob up and down as I continued to think. I needed to figure out what I truly felt on paper so I could actually understand. I needed to tell her.

I could almost still feel her lying next to me. For the first time in a long time, I had a good sleep on my own. It felt even better when I she join me. I just wish I saw her next to me in the morning. Because when I woke up, a pillow lay in her place.

The papers piled along with my scrambled and mixed up thoughts.

Giovanna wanted to have a girl’s day out with Melinda and Linda so I had the whole day to myself.

My mind wondered to last night as I continued to write. God she looked so beautiful last night. Even when her hair was all messy looking, I loved it. When I saw her, she looked like she belonged in a painting. The wind whipped at her hair as she grabbed her dress with both hands and almost seemed to be carried by the wind itself. At first, I felt stupid for wearing a silver tux. Who the hell wears a silver tux? She probably thought that I looked ready for a party with the tin man. But as I walked closer, I started realizing the situation. What was she doing out there? Was she running away? She obviously wasn’t doing exercises. But why would she want to run away?

Why wouldn’t she want to run away?

But wouldn’t she have done it sooner? These questions swirled around in my head as I heard my own heart beat pick up speed.

I let out a frustrated shout and continued writing. None of this was about the curse anymore. I was in love with her. The curse was only something that stopped me from telling her, not encourage me.

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Before I knew it, the day had gone and dinner with Giovanna had left with it. She talked about her day while I listened and enjoyed hearing the sound of her voice. I hoped that she would mention something of what happened the previous night, but she said nothing. Was I supposed to say something? Well if I was, I didn’t. So instead I headed back to my room, hoping that she would come later that night.

She didn’t.

And I didn’t sleep.

Maybe she would sleepwalk again? No, she had not done that in a while. I always enjoyed telling her stories of what she did when she sleepwalked. I'm still amazing at how she was able to make toast without even knowing it. But thinking about this now, only made me want her more. The continuous darkness of night made me restless as I flipped the pillow every time it got too warm for my liking. I wanted to just wake her up at that moment by kissing her.

Not soon enough, the sun rose and I was still trying to compose my damn feelings into the letter. I had given up on sleep hours before, but the letter proved to be just as hard to accomplish. It felt like writing a five paragraph essay about a required book for school. Only I actually wanted to do this except this was more frustrating. I think feelings are much more confusing than writing a thesis and some claims about The Outsiders.

After breakfast, I was almost done with my letter, but I put that aside because I wanted to help Giovanna garden. Although I didn’t know how to, my mother always encouraged me to try. Might as well start now. It was when we went inside to wash up did heard the door bell ring.