Belle's POV
I laughed shortly at myself, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. It was just a dream. Nothing more. Dreams weren't reality. They weren't the truth. They were just a reflection of my subconscious mind, playing tricks on me when I was vulnerable.
But still, the thought lingered as I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I tried to push it away, but it clung to me like a shadow, refusing to be ignored.
After freshening up, I dressed quickly, knowing that my mother would be back to rush me if I took too long. I ran a brush through my hair, staring at my reflection in the mirror, trying to see the girl I used to be. But all I saw was someone who looked tired- tired of pretending, tired of fighting a battle she didn't want to fight.