Beauty and the Beast (The Story Disney Didn't Tell You About)

I used to think that you were always reckless and I was always brave.

People always asked me why I chose to "cure" the sad, broken, problematic you when I knew that you were just going to cause me pain and I always answered them that I was doing that simply because I thought I was brave.

I thought I was brave enough. And I also used to believe that bravery can conquer love and all its heartbreaks.

Sooner, as I grew up and discovered myself more while I was being with you, I realized that love wasn't the kind of war that I belonged in. I was being brave over the wrong thing. I was fighting for nothing.

So when everyone thought that you were the one who was gonna leave me hanging, it actually turned out the other way around.

I left you.

I left you hanging.

I left you because I didn't want to be in a war where I never should have been in the first place. You never should have believed that I can cure your broken self. You never should have believed that I can fix your tangled mind. You never should have believed that I can be the girl in your art. You never should have believed in me, because I, myself, never believed in me.

You never should have believed in us. We never should have believed in us.

And that was it: after all these years, you weren't really the reckless one and I wasn't really the brave one. It was, had always been, the opposite of what we thought. You bravely entered my life even though I was actually a mess. And I recklessly pushed you away even though you were one of the few great things that happened to me.

But, plot twist: when the beast kissed the beauty, they reversed roles.

I'm sorry—you can never save me because I'm the sadder version of you.

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