Belle's POV
I didn't know I could stay this long without food. Three days, and I haven't stepped outside my room, my mom announced whenever she brings me food, she would complain about the one she brought earlier, which I never touched. She would then plead with me to eat the one she just brought. I never did. Not that one, and not the other five meals she brought.
I hadn't taken a bath, brushed my teeth, or even changed my dress. It was still the nightwear I had on when Jeff broke up with me. As long as I wasn't stinking, nothing else mattered and I just tossed from side to side on the bed, cried myself to sleep, and then woke up because of the now frequent nightmare.
"Belle…" I knew it was Jackson at the first whisper. I could pick his voice from a thousand of the crowd.
I didn't answer ……
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