Belle felt her heart break when she finally realized it was probably the last time she ever laid eyes on her father. One look at the creature's paw was enough to make the girl lose all color again. Yet, she didn't try to run or beg for her life. The girl stood where she was for a moment, watching as her father walked away, and finally started following.<br/><br/>Obviously, Belle was a lot slower than the creature. She was smaller, had to walk on only two trembling legs, and the snow falling on her eyes wasn't helping. She didn't mind being left behind, anyway. It was the only way she could cry in peace. She tried to do it quietly,  but halfway to the castle, she was already sobbing loud enough to be heard, and panting a little as she tried to walk on the snow. A few steps further, the girl tripped on something and fell, with a soft moan.<br/><br/>Before the Beast could touch her, though, she was already back on her feet and shaking snow off her cloak. "I... I'm sorry", she murmured, not lifting her eyes to stare at the creature's.