When her eyes pushed back to turn red, Belle looked at the next closest object which would be enough to knock George down on the ground, and she just did that. Another statue came flying when she placed a spell that had him fall—she pulled out the knife that brought tears in her eyes. And it was then she decided to kill him as she had tried to make him understand that only failed.
Belle had been hesitant before because she was the girl who valued the remaining relationships she had with, the only few people left in this world. She had no relatives and only a few people who she cared who were turning out to be dead. It ached her heart.
Her hand clutched on the knife he had stabbed her, preparing herself she raised her hand ready to push the blade through his chest, but George moved away from the ground and tackled her. Fighting with the knife and forced her on the ground.
