The Beauty and the Beast (bumbleby fanfiction)

(Dang it, I can't use italics, pretend "her" is in italics) When did she start to love her? She doesn't even remember. Always forgetting important events was practically her job. Even forgetting the promise that they had whispered under the crisp night air. She would always love hearing their footsteps as they walked together to class before Professor Port had begun the lesson. She loved how it felt as though she barely needed speech. At least not while around her. That everything she said was almost completely understood to her without speaking. She mostly relaid things through actions and silence. She never dared grab for her hand. She was crying inside to just, finally, reach out for her hand. "Her hand was probably as warm has her personality" is what she thought. "No, I can't fall for her. It would only hurt her in the end" she would always repeat to herself. She knew she was never meant to be with someone. Not after an abusive relationship. Always smiling at random jokes or puns she heard her cracked, even though she pretended to hate them. When was she going to tell her. When was the beast going to tell the beauty? You know what's funny? The beast knew if she told her the truth, the beauty would find nothing but hate for the beast. "Animal" was what she was use to hearing now. That's why the beast always pretended to be a human. As if it were she could be normal. She had learned from too much from Adam, even after she broke up with him. That's why she is never going to be worthy. Putting herself first and not her, or anyone for that matter. These feelings towards her should just stop, right? Shouldn't Blake realize that Yang was only flirting out of boredom? Or that Yang doesn't even like other girls? Especially a Faunus. "I can't trust them. I can't trust anyone." is all the beast repeated to herself.