Belle gasped awake on the bed.
Her hazel eyes welled up with tears of relief the moment they fell on the familiar face of her husband, who sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her with his usual blank eyes that, for the first time, held a faint, obvious worry in them.
Her throat and lips felt so dry when she attempted to speak his name. Thrust in such a situation she had never been in before, having thought she had died and was stuck in that dreadful world only to wake up in one much better than it, with the face of a man she had thought she wouldn't see again, was too much for her divesting and wretched heart to bear.
