We all have had that awkward time in our lives when we have had or still have a crush on a person or thing that isn't real. If you are reading this book then you probably still do...Well your not alone! We all have a problem and I'll help you with y...
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Belle had ran around the library all day, every once in a while he would pause to read a few of the books left in piles he had stacked up over time. You sat afar looking at him smiling and happy, far more happy then he has been in a while. You smile holding your chin in your hand. In the time that you both were in here, he gave you a few books that he'd thought you would enjoy.
You flipped through a few pages reading most of them. "Y/n!" He calls for you. You perk up and look down at him. "Yes?" "I found something!" You get up from your chair and stroll down to him.
"What is it?" You ask. He points to a large book and you shut your mouth immediately. "Erm...let's steer clear of that book," "Why?" He asks. "Bad memories. Simply that, nothing more. Now what books have you found?" You turn away from the book and Belle follows. Quickly, he tours you around the books he had pulled from the shelves. They ranged from fantasy to mystery, from horror to romance. One book had especially caught your attention. "Romeo and Juliet?"
He nods. "I love that book as well as Hamlet." You nod. "Quite an odd choice of books don't you think?" "How so?" He chuckles. "Well I mean if a man were to take his free time reading he wouldn't exactly choose one of romance." He scoffs. "You think so...Well now you've met a man whom enjoys romance." You giggle. "I suppose I have." A loud knock was heard on the door. "Mistress?" You smile. "Mrs. Potts, you can come in." The doors fling open and in rolls a large cart with the tea pot steaming. "I just thought you two would enjoy some tea on your searches for books." You chuckle. "Well thank you. That was very thoughtful of you."
Mrs. Potts smiles. Two tea cups come sliding behind her and in front of you both, she tilts over and the brown tea comes out of her spout. "One or two sugars?" "Two please." Belle chuckles. "One please." The cups scoop up however many sugars and carefully slide over to you.
"Thank you." Belle sips from the cup. You do the same. Once you finish you place the cups on the cart and say good bye to the pot. You sigh. "That was nice." He smiles. "It was wasn't it? Now shall we get back to where we were?" You nod. "Now can I ask you something?" "Of course." He pause and thinks before asking. "I saw a little into your room...what was that rose?" You stop in your place. "T-the rose?" You stutter. He nods. "I saw a rose at the very end of your hall. Why was it there." You frown. "Something horrible." "Horrible?" He questions. "How could a flower be horrible?" "It's the source of this curse." He frowns. "How is it the source?" He asks. "Once the last petal falls from the bud...I remain this thing forever."
"What about the others?"
"They remain knick knacks and objects whilst I stay here alone." He sighs. "That's horrible." You nod. "But there's nothing you could really do about it, so please don't worry about it." You chuckle half heartily. He shakes his head. "No I want to help you. What can I do?" You shake your head. "N-no you can't. Really you can't do anything." He bunches his eyebrows. "What the hell is the answer then?" You drop your shoulders.
