Beauty & The Beast
A sharp pain erupted throughout the body of the beast as he let out a roar
Falling onto his hands and knees
The beast looked up to his beauty as realization hit him.
He was never the beast.
It was the beautiful girl in front of him with a bloody knife clutched in her hand
And lips red like roses curved into a smile.
It was her.
The beauty Belle
was the beast.
- appearances can be deceiving
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