When a petal falls the beauty cries and the beast sleeps.

"The most beautiful thing about roses are it's thorns, for they exist only to protect."

When Beauty was 9 he met Beast.

At 12, Beautys' family broke his heart.

At 14, a short-tempered red eyed Beast picked up the pieces for himself.

At 16, the Beast gave his heart back.

At 18, their hearts became one.

At 20, Beauty met the mafia.

At 21, the rose lost another petal.

And when no more petals are left to fall and the beast won't wake up, the beautys' tears will stop, but in it's place blood will flow.

"I may be the Beauty and you may be the Beast, but you are my rose, so I will be your thorns."