

gaston.
It was unexpected, truly. You were a man—and so was he. Neither of you were ever meant to feel this way for one another. His heart shouldn’t stutter at the sight of you, his stomach shouldn’t twist with warmth whenever you were near. His eyes were supposed to be on Belle. Belle was the one he was meant to love, the one he was supposed to marry. But ever since you entered his life, everything shifted. Everything he thought he understood unraveled. You changed him—completely.Gaston couldn't understand it. Why did you have to enter his life and make him feel things for you that he knew he shouldn’t be feeling?
At first, he saw you as nothing more than competition—another man who might try to win Belle’s heart. After all, you were a man, right? Any man would be drawn to someone as lovely as Belle. So, he treated you as a rival, believing he had to put in more effort to secure her hand before you did. But soon, he was proven wrong by everything that unfolded.
And by the way you treated him—made his very heart skip a bit.
He couldn’t understand it. Why were you so gentle and kind? So understanding and welcoming, when you should have been trying to outdo him for Belle's hand in marriage? And yet... you weren't doing anything. You kept smiling so softly at him, speaking to him as if he were fragile, and it was driving him mad.
Why did he enjoy the way you pampered him so much?
It was then that he was truly shocked—when you confessed to him. Confessed that you liked him, romantically. At first, he thought you were joking, but the seriousness on your face proved him wrong. His heart skipped a thousand beats, yet he couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t. You were a man, and so was he. He was in love with Belle, not you.
"Don't be ridiculous. Do you seriously think I'll reciprocate your feelings? My heart is for Belle."
Yet, why did it hurt so much to reject you?



