A/N: It's my second fanniversary today, and I set myself a challenge. For each of my favourite fandoms, I wanted to write a drabble. But a drabble from a unique perspective, something no one carefully ever thought about. I hope you enjoy reading this drabble.
Disclaimer: I do now own any copyrights to Beauty and the Beast.
More Than Sympathy
I feel what they feel. I drown daily in the depths of their combined sorrow. Like them, I curse the name of the Enchantress for putting me in my position. Like them, I await the spell's end. Like them, my hope diminishes.
I am falling apart.
I watch the stars through the glass. Confined within a dungeon with windows. Like him, I suppose.
He and I are not so different. But I am lovely, he a monster. Poor thing.
Why I curse the Enchantress?
Do you truly think that a rose should feel empathy?
He and I are cursed together.
Sympathy is not understanding, only the first step towards it. I would love to have some reviews, and of course constructive critique is never unwelcome.
R&R!
DarkFlameOfTheMonkey