Something There

Adam was unusually nervous. Nerves were not an emotion that Adam felt often. He spent most of his time feeling anger and upset.

He looked across the room. A single rose that he had was wilting. He looked at it for a second, and turned away.

He cared for Belle, more than anything. Adam had been so used to keeping his emotions to himself, how could he show his love?

He began to get dressed, and spotted himself in the mirror. He quickly turned away at the sight of his reflection. He was embarrassed to even look at himself.

Adam stepped towards the door, and remained still for a few seconds. He looked down at the staircase, lost in his own thoughts. He eventually moved forward, and began to walk.

Adam and Belle were standing face to face. They both smiled.

*          *          *

They headed outside, towards the balcony. Adam nervously looked away for a second, before turning back to Belle.

He took her by the hand; “Belle, are you happy here with me?”

“Yes.” Belle replied.

Adam smiled, as Belle lowered her head, and turned away to look towards the night sky. He looked anxious again;

“What is it?”

(Inspired by Beauty and the Beast, 1991)

Read the piece at readwave.com

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About writingsuzanne

History graduate. Freelance writer and reviewer. Passionate about film, theatre and music (film soundtracks!).
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5 Responses to Something There

  1. shujibhuji says:

    My God! What a lovely piece taken from Beauty. Every time its a treat to watch.

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