Mr_Positive
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Leon stood motionless, his expression hardening, though not out of anger. It was the weight of everything—the pain, the years, the isolation. Watching Belle kneel before him, he felt a sharp pang in his chest, an emotion he wasn’t ready to face. She didn’t see him as a monster, even when he couldn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He tried to look away, but her vulnerability, her earnestness, held his gaze.
He exhaled slowly, fighting the urge to shut her out. His hand, calloused and shaking slightly, hovered over her head before hesitating and pulling back. She had removed her gloves, laying bare her hands, offering something beyond magic—comfort. It stirred something deep within him.
With a voice that was quieter than he intended, Leon finally spoke. “Belle...,” he began, his tone raw. “I don’t deserve this. Not from you.” His stormy eyes softened as they met her brown ones, full of hope, something he hadn’t felt in so long.
“The pain, the bitterness—it's who I am now. I’ve been holding on to it for so long I wouldn’t know who I’d be without it.” He swallowed hard, the admission as much to himself as it was to her. “But I can’t lie to you... part of me doesn’t want this anymore. I don’t want to feel like this.”
His eyes flickered to her hand on his leg, and the warmth there was unfamiliar, almost foreign to him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting himself imagine, just for a second, that maybe there was still something worth holding onto besides the pain.
“I’m ready,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but the storm in his eyes quieted slightly as he opened them, letting her see the sliver of vulnerability beneath the scars.
He exhaled slowly, fighting the urge to shut her out. His hand, calloused and shaking slightly, hovered over her head before hesitating and pulling back. She had removed her gloves, laying bare her hands, offering something beyond magic—comfort. It stirred something deep within him.
With a voice that was quieter than he intended, Leon finally spoke. “Belle...,” he began, his tone raw. “I don’t deserve this. Not from you.” His stormy eyes softened as they met her brown ones, full of hope, something he hadn’t felt in so long.
“The pain, the bitterness—it's who I am now. I’ve been holding on to it for so long I wouldn’t know who I’d be without it.” He swallowed hard, the admission as much to himself as it was to her. “But I can’t lie to you... part of me doesn’t want this anymore. I don’t want to feel like this.”
His eyes flickered to her hand on his leg, and the warmth there was unfamiliar, almost foreign to him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, letting himself imagine, just for a second, that maybe there was still something worth holding onto besides the pain.
“I’m ready,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but the storm in his eyes quieted slightly as he opened them, letting her see the sliver of vulnerability beneath the scars.