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(Beauty and the Beast retelling feat. Camille and Lucien)
Do you know what’s worse than having a nightmare? Not waking up from one. For Lucien that was the case. It felt like a lifetime ago that the witch had put a curse on him that turned him into a disfigured ugly creature that barely resembled a man. Then had started a nightmare that never ended. Each day he woke up trapped inside a body he didn't know. Sometimes he felt like it was all a horrible dream and he would wake up from it but each day he remained a beast. He could hardly remember what his face used to look like, another reminder of reality. Like every other curse it had a loophole and that was true love. Lucian didn’t used to believe in true love, keyword “used to”. He could barely look at his reflection in the mirror for a few minutes; he couldn’t fathom how someone could love him for himself. He was too far gone to save his soul. His self loathing was too great for him to find his real self behind the ugly facade; but Camille made him want to find himself. Like saving someone fro from the brink of death Camille came just in time to save him by giving him the one thing that he needed the most but didn't realize he lacked. Camille gave him the most primary human desire, Camille gave him hope.664Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWwbUJs6cbn
With hope came will and he made a way for her to stay with him. Every night bought another day and Lucien spent each one with her . He felt irrational, sometimes it made him feel like he could defeat every obstacle and sometime it made him the most vulnerable. For the first time he opened himself to another person. He let her break down all the walls that he had built around him and let her see the real person that he kept hidden. He bared his soul to another person and found himself wanting to know her soul just as well as his own. Days and night knew no boundary when they were together as they chatted away both their stories. Lucien found himself revealing all of his secrets and his fears to her in exchange for hers. She made him see the good in him when he felt worthless. She showed him the light of his soul when when he believed he was blind. When he was with her, his soul glowed and something magical happened, Lucien found himself falling in something like love. 664Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡw6WlVD58A7
Lucian spent each day waiting for Camille to fall in love with him. One day a messenger bought news of Camille’s father's illness and she left to tend to her father. To let her go was an agony beyond anything Lucien had ever felt. Each day was another day of torment and waiting.
Monday left him broken,
Tuesday he was through with hoping,
Wednesday his empty arms were open,
Thursday he kept on waiting,
Friday he could barely contain himself,
by Saturday he was burning like a fire gone wild.
Every day he kept waiting for his love to come along. Some days were harder than the others and he almost gave up hope. But their love was one of a kind; irreplaceable. He had finally stopped being so cynical and accepted that true love was possible and no matter how many days passed and how many hours he would never love Camille any less than he always did. And he kept waiting for Camille to love him back; he kept waiting for love to come around.664Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0DrFQvWzfs
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