The night was darker than usual.
The mansion stood silent, as though it too was mourning something.
Deep beneath, in the forgotten basement where no light dared to enter,
Thomas was trapped.
Chains clinked softly every time he moved.
His hands were torn, blood dripping from wounds that refused to heal.
He had tried countless times to break free,
but each attempt left him weaker… emptier.
"Belle…" his voice cracked, lost in the cold air.
"I can feel you — your breath, your heartbeat…
but I can't touch you."
No tears fell from his eyes —
spirits don't cry the way humans do —
but a faint blue mist filled the cell,
like smoke born from heartbreak.
The walls bore the marks of his struggle,
scratches, broken stone, and trails of blood.
He wasn't just fighting the chains —
he was fighting fate itself.
"You took everything from me," he screamed into the void,
"but why couldn't you take her memory too?"
Each word made the earth tremble.
Each cry shattered the silence.
This wasn't punishment anymore —
it was love's cruel test.
Above, Belle stirred in her sleep.
She woke up, trembling, her breath heavy,
and looked out the window.
A faint blue glow flickered in the night sky —
then vanished.
Belle pressed a hand over her heart and whispered,
"Thomas… you're still there, aren't you?"
And miles below, in the cursed chamber,
his lips moved —
"Always."
Then, silence returned.
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