My Handsome Gaston

Chapter Seven- Enchantment

It felt like the end of time while I lay there, Gaston off in some other place. To my surprise, I discovered something. Something I've never realized before.

Gaston was using me.

How had I not realized it before? He used me for his venting. He used me to build his confidence. He used me for lying. He used me for a shield. He used me. I cannot breathe... everything we did was so he could survive, get the best life, all the things he thought he deserved. I can't handle this.

I stand, and when I do, I watch as a man, Stanley-I believe, dressed in a pink, fluffy dress. It catches my eye, the wide smile on his face captivating me. He gives me a smirk, and I can only smile back.

I watch him walk out of the castle, and I can't help but follow him. He's so beautiful-

Stop. I'm not letting myself do this. I'm never going to abandon Gaston. I turn around and walk back into the castle, my gut telling me to turn back but my heart telling me to find Gaston. Even though he's been using me, I cannot leave him. He means everything to me. I've dedicated my life to him. And I'm not stopping now, no matter what.

I head up the stairs, but watch as a helpless teapot falls from the room above. I catch her in my hands gently, and her mouth is twisted into a grateful smile.

"Thank you." She chuckles.

"Yeah," I say.

"I thought you were-"

"I'm usually on Gaston's side, but we're such in a bad situation right now." I say, shaking my head. I cannot believe the words the exited my mouth. I just abandoned Gaston.

I continue to hold onto the tea pot, but my head is in a completely other dimension. Pleading for Gaston. But I stop myself.

Look what he's caused.

Maurice to be sent away, death to a Beast who hasn't done anything to him, chaos.

I want to forget him, but I just can't. I've spent my days with him, grown up with him, I cannot stop now. I will never stop.

I've stopped.

I set the tea pot down and rush up the stairs, looking to find Gaston. I want to see this beast. Even though I've told myself I don't care about him, I still need to make sure he makes it out alive. I just have to see.

And when I run up, I watch as a gun is aimed in his hands. It's pointed to the other side of the roof, and when I peer over, it's Belle. And.... the Beast. She's crying on his shoulder, and yet, Gaston continues to aim his gun.

Pow.

It's the gun again. This time, the beast roars and rolls down the stairs. Belle follows.

"LeFou!" Gaston calls, looking over his shoulder to see me. I smile. He's okay. Good.

His eyes our bloodshot, and he pants slowly. He begins to walk to me from the bridge he stands on. Gaston gives me a smile, and this time, it really comforts me. It's soft, reassuring, and lovely. He opens his arms for a hug.