His head rears back violently, harsh bellow ringing hoarse with agony. His eyes clench shut in a desperate, yet futile, effort to force the pain out.
She watches, eyes wide with horror and fear, breath catching painfully in her throat. Her heart throbs painfully, in tandem with each time he convulses. His body jerks erratically, pain wrenching the most anguished of sounds from between chapped lips. Her pulse skips an excruciating beat as her disbelieving mind tries and fails to comprehend the vision her eyes have seen – No, it cannot be – and yet, she knows, it must be true.
He has crumpled to the floor, an unmoving, utterly silent mass of cloth and flesh.
Her feet feel leaden as she forces them to drag slowly, one after the other, across the dusty marble. It feels like an eternity.
She kneels by his side, knees barely registering the winter bite of cold marble. Her fingers brush past rich brocade before settling on the still-warm face. Even as her fingertips gently graze his eyelids, some part of her is still reeling in skepticism and doubt. He cannot be dead.
There, lying in the fold of his heavy robes, is a single rose petal.
A single tear rolls down her cheek and lands on the velvet petal, crystal-like in the brilliant light of the dawning day.
My random, random, take on what would have happened in Beauty and the Beast if it were to be a sad-ending fairytale :O A fic of sorts, I guess?Labels: aiba hiroki, beauty and the beast, fic, fuji syuusuke, minami ritsu, prince of tennis, random, rants


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