A/N: I'm not that experienced in writing so please forgive me for any grammatical mistakes or poor writing style. I'm creating ideas as I go along and hopefully it will all just go together in the end. I hope you enjoy my first fanfiction.
Beast & the Beast
Chapter One: Betty – Three Years
Almost three years has passed since the day I broke three hearts, including my own. Seeing him flooded back the memories, the pain, and the ultimate mistake I made by letting him slip away. I wish I had known back then that my hope of self-discovery was just a facade to cover up my fear of true love.
The little boy's hand, held tightly onto the man, tugging slightly towards my staring direction. I quickly turned away and rushed into the nearly closed subway doors. I think I've taken the wrong one, but that's okay. I just hope he hasn't seen me. The fear slowly overwhelms me, having me reminisce about the years I spent without him.
Three years ago I was working alongside Daniel Meade at Mode as his assistant. I've grown so much that it even surprises me. I am now editor-in-chief of MYW. Whatever happened to that Sofia who broke Daniel's heart. Well, after that hit premiere Mr. Meade fired her for the hurt she caused Daniel. Thinking back, she deserved it because playing with someone's heart that way is in no way remotely deserving of a magazine like that. The magazine is doing well and I've finally had my chance at writing the things I find important rather than the attempts of trying to write something that fit in with the Mode personal. I was finally just writing something that was truly me and truly up to par to my abilities.
This reflection of the three years without him made me realize how much I have accomplished, but how lonely I was along the way. Of course I had my amazing father, Hilda, Justin, and Daniel to support me all the way, but never that one person I could express my whole world to and for them to understand me completely. My heart ached like nothing else. That's it. It wasn't like anything else. I felt completely empty, like the world had stopped and I alone kept on moving faster than the speed of light. His face, Henry's face and that little boy's face couldn't leave my head for the rest of the day. Questions like, "Why is he back?" or "Where is Charlie?" and "How has his life been with his beautiful son?" filled my head. Then I knew that the likeliness of them being answered were slim. Again, I felt as if the secured tape I placed on my heart was torn a little more.