Beast pov.
I saw her sitting there, frozen in fear. Suddenly, I felt a wave of sadness about my actions, and I desperately wanted to apologize. But somehow, I felt paralyzed, unable to move.
Her cries reached my ears, and I remained motionless, just watching her. My heart ached with the desire to say sorry, to let her know how remorseful I was.
Throughout my life, I had never cared about others' feelings. I relished seeing people in pain, making them beg for mercy. But witnessing her tears changed something within me; I yearned to ease her suffering.
With caution, I approached her, fearing I might frighten her further. The weight of my regret overwhelmed me; I wished I could turn back time.
As I stood there, seeing her in tears, I couldn't bear the pain any longer. I stormed away, consumed by anger.
