Our paths are like a boomerang

He frowned, but looked as though he had only just seen her. The way his deep blue eyes roved her thin frame, and looked upon what she had become. There was no authoritative air to her anymore, her grace never left, but her age was obvious. As much as the deterioration of her spirit. Deathbelle was broken, and there was no putting her back together.

Sirius' voice fell from dark lips once more, speaking words she hadn’t expected to hear. Not when she’d seen his face a moment ago. She couldn’t refute him either, she was only a shadow of what she had once been. And while he tried to rile her with determination and shame, the emotions just did not exist within the shell of her. Deathbelle was empty, used up, after what happened between them… There was nothing left for her to give. It was only her promise to him that she remained here to haunt the earth.

Belle deflated slightly, looking away from his fierce gaze, her once lustrous eyes fell to ivory painted paws. ”I didn’t choose this.” Her voice broke. She hadn’t ever really recovered from her shattered heart. Deathbelle was alive, but her fall from grace had been long and hard. She grit her teeth and shook the tears from her cheeks as she moved to the side of the path to let him pass by her again. He hadn’t wanted her then, he wouldn’t desire her now that she was a rotten wreck.