If there was any obvious qualities in Belle they were ambition and love. There was always something about her, how you could hurt her so badly but she would love as if she was never hurt. Her ambition was what made her that way. She laid there in her empty bedroom thinking about how hard she tried in life but never seemed to be good enough. It was that thought that followed her throughout her days. Is that what made her try so hard? Is that what made her love those who even only showed an ounce of care for her? This thought that haunted her changed her. This thought followed her the days after her boyfriend told her that. She wasnt good enough Those words hit her hard. For all that she had done for him becasue he “loved” her. It was him, damn him she thought as she pieced together the puzzle in her mind. Her phone rang,”Listen I was wrong.” That voice she knew that voice.
“Your right you were wrong.”
“I knew you still loved me.”
“Key word loved. I was always the one too good.” she hung up the phone.