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"What does beauty mean to you?" Her warm gaze almost fixated onto him. The single most unbearable question that tormented his very existence; both physically and mentally. Wanting to lie, but he just couldn't. There was something about her, those angelic eyes could see right through him and no matter what he did to conceal his inner thoughts or feelings. "My curse is frozen Belle," Slowly avoiding those warm eyes, "There is nothing anybody could do... not even you." Those same eyes, it was seeking him, there was nothing to hide anymore. Today was the day for truth. Time is slowly turning, crimson petals are eventually floating and there was nothing that could be done to stop it. Her smile widened as she drifted closer, that warmness soon became irresistible. Placing her delicate finger next to his lips, she whispers into his ears. "What do I mean to you." The one single question that eventually turned into a beautiful tale. ---------------------------------- #BeautyandtheBeast The images used in the story was edited by me except the single Beast image. Competition story for the BeautyandtheBeastđź’—
The Final Petal
