Gaston finally exited the forest, eying the town before him. He would admit it to no one but he felt kind of shook up. The people would come running when they saw him. They would want to know how he did it. They would praise and worship him and they would love him. And normally he would tell them some falsehood to keep them entertained and maintain their worship. What would he do now? Any lie he told them would quickly be destroyed when Belle returned to the village. Surely, she’d want reveng...

Maurice held his little girl as she sobbed against him. He had but to glance at the Beast to know that he was dead. And he now understood that his daughter had cared deeply for said Beast. He let her cry out her broken heart on his shoulder, doing the only thing he could do, rubbing her back in soothing circles like he did after a nightmare. The objects were beside themselves in their grief. Chip however could only look on. He didn’t understand. He had never seen anything like this and it ...

Gaston was quick to jump out of the way as the Beast flailed in the pain caused by his dagger. He saw Belle quickly grab the Beast by his collar and help him over to the balcony floor. Peering over, not yet daring to make his move, he heard soft talking from both parties. A soft pinkish glow inside of the room caught his eye. It was the remains of a dying rose. Now what was that doing there? And in a jar no less. No wonder it was dying. Sobs reached his ears as the last petal finally lost it’...

Belle's declaration came too late, and Gaston did not fall off the tower. And now both have lessons they have to learn, and neither will learn easily.