First Stop || Belle + Open

Belle sits with her knees tucked up into her chest, book resting on her knees as she reads in deep concentration, eyebrows knit together in a careful look. She turns the page to continue her story, wanting to walk through her story books like a lost girl in an endless hedge-maze, not seeing a finish, but knowing it will happy, well deserved. The bus rattles under the weight of all the other passengers, and Belle bites her lip in concentration. She reads the words as if they were recalling actual events, true stories of true people about true struggle and true prevail. Why couldn’t she have been so true?


  1. belle--bus2038 reblogged this from angelnotfairysteve and added:
    Belle doesn’t put her arms around him for the fear of him being able to feel her thick, raised scars is too frightening....