Belle wondered if, after death, every soul that once used to be sane would turn to rot, turning them insane when it came to their thoughts and rationality which was thrown out of the window.
The friend she knew was a good man, and he would never ask her to kill herself.
"You are not in your right mind. Why don't you get some sleep, and we'll talk about this once it's morning. You must be tired," said Belle when he let her go, and she took a few steps near the door for it to be blocked.
"Don't take me to be an idiot, Belle."
"You are acting out of context, and your thoughts are irrational. The George I knew would never propose that I die for him," Belle pursed her lips.
"People change, Belle. Change is the only thing that is constant, and it is inevitable like your death," he was joking right? Thought Belle to herself. Was he here to kill her and take her to the land of the dead? She gulped at the thought of it.
