Blake (Belle ~ Beauty and The Beast) Final Part 1

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There is no denying how much closer you had gotten to him. Truth be told, you even thought that the feelings you felt whenever you were near him was love. Of course you had forgotten what that feeling was like because of your father, but deep down, you were sure that is exactly what it was. Love.

Of course it had taken you a while to come to that conclusion, Mrs. Potts had to help you with that. Mrs. Potts has been taking care of you for years, even when you were a young child, so she knew what you felt better than anyone from watching you grow into the person you were today.

In truth, you didn't really know much about Mrs. Potts, besides the fact that she has a son named Chip who was turned into a teacup. In fact you didn't really know much about any of the residents that lives in your home. That was more proof of how much of a monster you had become.

Looking back on those memories now, you realized just how cruel you were to them. How you would raise your voice at them whenever you were angry or upset. How you would make them do ridiculous tasks as punishments just because you felt like it. How you probably kept them away from their families all this time because of the cruelty you showed to a helpless woman who simply wanted a place to stay from the rain. How because of your act of cruelty, they were cursed along with you and turned into teapots and clocks and candelabras and other things.

This thought has been on your mind constantly during these days of preparation to finally win Blake's heart. Mrs. Potts had suggested that you should hold a ball for she had overheard Blake talking about how much fun they would be because he had never been to one before. And tonight was the night to dance and drink and be merry, you had even sent him the appropriate attire for the occasion considering he didn't have much clothes here.

And as you were getting ready to leave your room and head down to the ballroom, you look over at the crystal vase containing the rose. It only had two petals left, one for today has yet to fall, but knowing your luck they would both fall together. If that happened, it's game over.

But you would try, if not for yourself, but for all of the people who stood by you after all these years. Because they saw you at your worst and know what you've been through. So you owed it to them to make things right no matter if you stayed like this forever.

With a sigh that didn't hold much confidence, you walk out the door, shutting the door behind you, unaware that one of the petals had fallen from this very careful action. But as you make your way to the staircase and finally see Blake for the first time that night, every doubt and fear seems to have gone away somehow.

His charming, yet shy smile makes your heart beat rise with every second that passes by. You could feel your cheeks begin to heat up as the music begins to play and you each descend your steps until you finally meet him at the center. He then holds his arm out for you to take, which you do with unsteady hands. Then before you know it, you two are in the ballroom waltzing to the song that you would later find out was being sung by Mrs. Potts.

As the evening progressed, you two eventually make your way out to the balcony where you catch a glimpse of a meteor shower overhead.

"Before she died, my mother used to tell me about phenomenons like this one. That if you see a bunch of shooting stars at once, it was a good omen and that if you wished upon them, it was surely to come true" You explains to him, bringing a sting to your eyes as you could remember that conversation plain as day.

It had been two weeks before your mother had passed away. You remembered how she had closed her eyes and made a wish, the sweetest smile on her face. But back then you couldn't quite figure out why she seemed so happy when she had tears streaming down her face. Now years later it all made sense to you. For she knew that her wish would never come true.

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