Beauty And The Beast.
She? Like a golden ray of sunshine during a summer's day in June ... warm and mellow.
He? Like a snow storm in December ... fierce and cold.
Her eyes? They smiled constantly, those doe eyes. They sparkled, like cinnamon cream. Shiny, dark black eyeliner rimmed her eyes, making them stand out more. Kindness and beauty flowed from her gentle gaze. A carefree girl, living life one day at a time. She lives life as if everyday's going to be her last. She believes in destiny.
Well, his? Dead. Still. Fearless. Hard. Unmoved. Intense. Indignant and empty. His stare felt like a knife deep in your ribs. The boy within him who once lived, laughed and loved, can only feel one emotion now - raw anger. He's the master of his fate.
What will happen if destiny decides to make its move? What will happen if beauty meets beast? Will we have another fairytale? Or is it too late for one? Do happily ever afters really exist?