Fairy Eyes

Chapter 23: Belle

Their bodies curled up together while they slept. Now they were closer than ever.

Of course, they were not the actual King and Queen of a kingdom, but they might as well had been.

Belle spent a long while going over their history. She couldn't understand why once in love with Adam, he wouldn't turn back from a beast into his human form.

Everyday was a relentless excitement at the prospect at meeting him. She felt all of the castles' disapproval.

For he didn't love her. Not really.

He loved Snow White. The girl loved by her peers. Always smiling. Taking pretty Instagram photos. Never having problems with "loving herself."

She was beautiful. There was no question about it. Images of her radiated and his love, seen so clearly with his eyes and flowers.

It ate her.

...

He was not happy to see her go. He knew about his mom and about the curse that he hid away from Belle. If Belle didn't love him, he would be cursed to live in the castle forever.

"Wasn't this what you wanted?"

As if the fairytale scraps of a half-hearted romance would somehow placate all the betrayal felt inside of her heart.

He stared at her helplessly as he left, but his eyes were half-empty. He sucked her of every little energy of love that she had to give with him and she still came empty.

Little did she know, she would never see him again.

That's the thing about time. You chase after in in hopes that you can escape what's coming.

Yet, if his heart was never with her, why would it ever be in the future?

She would never be his.

Belle had seen visions of her Instagram and the future of it: wedding photos and baby pictures. His face smiling in intense happiness at the feeling of loving and being loved in return at long last.

She was hating herself for falling so hopelessly in love with someone who would never love her.

She would never belong in his world though she had tried.

She would never be pretty enough. Never be the kind of woman good enough for the men that she loved. Always surprising her desires in order to never be alone, far away from the touches of her twin flame.

It was time to give him up for some other dreams.

...

She was never anything more to him than the sum of parts that equaled up to his pleasure

And he would look back on her as not having loved herself, as being meaningless and a means to an end

Was so romantic at first

The clinging intimacy

The idea that someone could care for you more than you care about yourself

Or that if he even saw you vulnerable for a moment, he would find that there is something adorable to love about you

So you think every time you feel down

That him hugging you makes it different

That you can give of yourself back

Making the space between you shorten

Until it's none

But it isn't that way at all isn't it?
Face it