Fran's POV

Why does everyone hate me? Why do I hate everyone? Who knew. Maybe I was easily hate-able. Maybe it was easy for me to hate people. No, make that last one easy to love people who hate you. I actually thought that maybe it wasn't so bad, that maybe it was going away... Maybe the way that I liked boys instead of girls was going away... The mental deformity. Until he flashed one of his smiles. Not the crazy insane grins he always does, but one of those genuine, happy smiles that you miss if you blink. I loved those. It was almost as if I lived for them. But I tried not to think that. I tried not to be attracted to him. If I was, it was wrong. I was wrong. I am wrong. My life is wrong, and everything that spins in it is wrong. The way I feel about him is wrong. The way I know he thinks about me is wrong. My pale shivering body was wrong. Could I try to change? Too bad I already tried. Too bad I would never change how I would feel for him. Too bad he would never feel the same way about me. Too bad I pitied myself so much. Too bad I was so weak. Too bad I am wrong and gross. All because of an insane laughing prince. Little did he know that he was the prince to me. As if I deserved a prince. A frog and a prince? No. Wrong. I'm supposed to be in love with a princess, not a prince. I am wrong, and there is nothing I can do.

I cried myself to sleep.

Belphegor's POV

Who knew a frog could cause so many problems? The prince is so unsure now. The prince is self conscious now. Did you realize it? Were you taunting me? No. You wouldn't do that to the prince. Did you know that every time I threw a knife, it was me punishing myself for thinking you were cute? It's no secret that I'm bisexual, but for some reason I punish myself every time I think of you. Is it because this one sided? Is it one sided? Did I even know how I felt about you? No, I didn't. So how can I peg it on being one sided? Just because it felt like it didn't mean it was. People throw insults at me all the time, but yours are the only one's that hurt me. That irritate make me sad. Every time something comes out of your perfect mouth, I want to cry. I want to cry and scream about how I can't deal with you. I want to, but I don't. Because if I do, you will only hurt me more won't you? You would poke and prod, and we might never speak again. I just want you to know, but how to let you know? You can never know. You will never know.

The prince is a coward.