The light of the morning's sun brought from my dreams of being held in loves warm arms, keeping me safe from the world. When I woke I realized I had been dreaming about the night which was only two days ago which I had shared with the Beast. How different everything had changed to now. How much worse had it become, it almost as if I could not bear to live it.
I could always try to stop it. Living. I could stop it.
No I couldn't think like that, I couldn't, I wouldn't let myself think like that because if I ever did it would be admitting defeat and as long as I had breath in my body I would not do that.
There was a not at my door, I didn't answer at first thinking I could put the day off as long as possible if I pretended to be asleep. But just seconds after the first knock came the second knock and my Father calling ever so softly. And I know then that this day must go on, no matter how I wish otherwise, it must go on.
"Yes" I say quietly as possibly hoping he will not hear me.
My Father walks into my room carrying Chip who is steaming with hot liquid, a piece of white fabric draped over his other arm. He gives me a weak smile as I rub my eyes like the sunlight blinds me. He comes and sits down on the bed next to me and passes me Chip, who I take a small sip from.
"This is not how I ever imagined this day." My Father says after a few minutes of silence. I look at him with a smile I know which will become the smile I will use whenever I feel like I have to prove, I'm okay. "I always thought this day would be happy, you'd me marrying someone you love. Not like this, not like this." But then he looks at me with a thoughtful face and stands up abruptly, "Well there is one thing that I could do in order to make it like I thought." He then unrolls the faradic to revel a dress; cut high, with embroidery on the bottom and the selves; a wedding dress. I look at my Father in awe. He gives me a true smile, not the strained ones we've been sharing but a truly happy smile, and I have to say even in the light of everything which has happened and will happen, it lifts my sprits. "It's was your Mother's, she always wanted you to wear it on your wedding day."
"Oh" I say in a very tiny voice, I mean isn't it most girls would love to get married in their Mother's wedding dress.
"Belle," comes the small voice of Chip. "Can't you just run away to the castle?"
"No Chip, I can't if I do I'd have to leave my Father and he'd be taken to a bad place and that evil man will try and follow me." I try and explain to the teacup child.
"But you so close," He says causing me to furrow my brow what does he mean by being close, close to what.
"What do you mean Chip." I ask with an arched eyebrow. He looks at me scared for a moment like he's said too much, his eyes are wide with the shock. "Chip," I say more harshly than before.
"Well, um… you were so close to breaking the umm curse." He says with a very nervous voice. I think for a second, a curse, of course it would make a lot of sense thinking about the castle and it's inhabitants but I still have to ask.
"What curse Chip?" I say harshly once again.
"The curse, an enchantress came and turned the master into a beast and all the servants into objects. She said the master had till the last petal fell on the rose she gave him to fall in love otherwise he'd stay as a beast forever." My mind drifts to the site I saw in the Beast's mirror last night, the last petal falling. The Beast's tear it now meant two things; his heartbreak from losing me and the thought that he will never be human again. It takes all my strength not to start crying, if I had just said I loved him when he let me go I could of saved him, none of this would of ever happened and we could be together. That thought almost makes me smile, forever in the arms the arms of the person I love I couldn't care less what he looked liked as long as I loved him and he loved me.
"Belle, Belle, Belle." My Father called me from the thoughts I was thinking about, the thoughts of things that could have been and now could never be thanks partly to the monster Gaston and myself.
"Yes," I say quietly and my Father Looks at me gently causing me to realize that his arm is around me and must have been for some time as I could feel its warmth. He looks at me with a look he knows exactly what I'm thinking.
"Belle, don't think like that, you'll only drive yourself crazy. Trust me." He says pointing out how he blamed himself for Mama's death.
"Papa, I don't know how I can't, Chip said we were close and now thinking about it we could of done made the deadline broken the cruse. Papa if I'd just admitted to myself what I know now to be true this all could be ending would be so different I could be happy with the man I love." He knows its true, and he doesn't have anything to my speech as he knows it's true and then is nothing else to say to that so he just holds me in his arms for a few more of the precious last minutes we have.
A/N; So two chapters one week good.
This is another filler chapter but Belle knows about the cruse now so it's kinda good.