She was lovely but secretly broken. He seemed lovely but was secretly a beast.
We go around living and these brains of ours make choices for us. Choices based on our past and how it was all dealt with back then. What are we supposed to do with that? I guess we should tame the beast inside us as much as we can.
His beast is easy to recognize; hers is a bit more hidden because I she a flower growing up that taught her to take care of that inner wilderness. A flower that’d tell her how pretty she was even though others would say otherwise. The flower believed she’d bloom into something mesmerizing, something beautiful.
He never had a flower. The beast was raised by wolves and didn’t know how to go about it.
They grow up and meet. They both have beasts that fight. Their character coexists and now and then you can smell the flower’s scent trying to spread joy. There is passion and there is much love to be had.
Will the beasts be tamed or will they run wild? That is what everyone wants to know what there’s a beauty and a beast.