Adam knew his time was running short. He felt it in himself. The first morning Isabelle was gone; he barely woke up. Hadn’t Cogsworth woken him, he would have slept the whole day. As he stood up from the bed, with the morning sunshine glimmering through the windows, he felt immediately tired. Getting out of his nightgown into clothes made him exhausted. They also felt bigger, heavier. However, he didn’t pay attention to that. The only thought that circled his mind was Isabelle.
As he ate breakfast, he could trace Isabelle’s silhouette from the shadows the sun created. He almost thought she was moving her fork, but it was a mere mirage. He couldn’t eat that morning. Each bite was a mountain to move. His eyelids could barely stand open. Having …show more content…
There was something he quite missed. But being so abruptly silenced, he turned around and closed the door as he left. Mrs. Potts was right. There was something other than Isabelle’s departure bothering his master. He decided not to tell anyone. They couldn’t worry too.
As Cogsworth closed the door behind him, Adam dropped the pen immediately. His hand ached, his eyelids grew heavy. He stood up and went to the bed, lying slowly. Somehow, the bed felt bigger, softer. As his eyes closed, he felt guilt building on his throat. He couldn’t fall asleep. He couldn’t rest if his servants were working so hard for him. He should have told Cogsworth the truth. That he grew tired, that he felt weaker. That he was dying.
“No, I can’t tell anyone yet.” Was his last thought before drifting into a restless sleep.
Adam woke up just in time for dinner. He felt sweat damping his shirt, as a drop rolled down his chin. The last rays of sun fell on his groggy eyes, as he realized what time it was. A sudden urge told him he had to get ready for Isabelle. He jumped out of the bed, and ran to his wardrobe. He had to lean to the dark wooden door, suddenly out of breath. He felt dizzy. He breathed in and out slowly. Straightening up, he chose a magnificent outfit for his dinner with Isabelle. Then it struck him: she was not
As he ate breakfast, he could trace Isabelle’s silhouette from the shadows the sun created. He almost thought she was moving her fork, but it was a mere mirage. He couldn’t eat that morning. Each bite was a mountain to move. His eyelids could barely stand open. Having …show more content…
There was something he quite missed. But being so abruptly silenced, he turned around and closed the door as he left. Mrs. Potts was right. There was something other than Isabelle’s departure bothering his master. He decided not to tell anyone. They couldn’t worry too.
As Cogsworth closed the door behind him, Adam dropped the pen immediately. His hand ached, his eyelids grew heavy. He stood up and went to the bed, lying slowly. Somehow, the bed felt bigger, softer. As his eyes closed, he felt guilt building on his throat. He couldn’t fall asleep. He couldn’t rest if his servants were working so hard for him. He should have told Cogsworth the truth. That he grew tired, that he felt weaker. That he was dying.
“No, I can’t tell anyone yet.” Was his last thought before drifting into a restless sleep.
Adam woke up just in time for dinner. He felt sweat damping his shirt, as a drop rolled down his chin. The last rays of sun fell on his groggy eyes, as he realized what time it was. A sudden urge told him he had to get ready for Isabelle. He jumped out of the bed, and ran to his wardrobe. He had to lean to the dark wooden door, suddenly out of breath. He felt dizzy. He breathed in and out slowly. Straightening up, he chose a magnificent outfit for his dinner with Isabelle. Then it struck him: she was not