He stood in front of the womanly figure. Glaring, with fists full of snow. He looked away, just for a moment before fixing gaze back upon her. He opened his mouth to speak his mind. But paused and thought how to say it. Suddenly he threw the snow to the ground. Now aggressively pointing at the woman whom backed up in defense,
"Why?! WHY did you leave me?" he shouted his question which got no response,
"I loved you… With all my heart… I still love you! I just wanted to make you laugh. Just wanted to see that smile! I know I wasn't around a lot! But that didn't mean I hadn't loved you any less!" he sighed and turned his back to her, rubbing his arms in futile effort to protect them from the cold. Contemplating on why, a reason, an answer to his question,

"I never cheated on you. I never got angry at you…" he looked back to her. She, still in silence,
"How could I? I loved you with my very soul." he clasped his chest with one hand to emphasize this fact,
"But what did you do? You left me. I needed you more than anything. I was afraid! I'm still afraid! I don't know what is happening! What is going to become of me? And you… When I needed you most… You left me. With nothing but that look! Why? Why couldn't we talk? WHY DID YOU HAVE LEAVE?! I don't know what I had done! Then you disappeared! … That hurt ME." with his anger evident in his voice, he wanted to get violent. His hands grew colder but he declined their offer. He put his hands on her shoulders instead, breathing somewhat labored. He was never a man of anger or violence. Thus he wasn't use to the adrenaline that coursed through his body. Even so, he tried to remain calm, his temper wasn't what it use to be, and that scared him even more… He took a deep breath as he collected his thoughts; hands still on her shoulders, shaking,
"I'll never forget that look. It burns into me. No matter how much I lose my mind, I'll never forget that look. You were everything to me!" he took his hands off of her, still shaky. Now looking to the ground,
"You… were everything to me…" he repeated to himself, letting his own words sink in,
"I'll never give up trying to find you. I'll never give in on loving you… No matter how much you hurt me. No matter how much I might forget! You are my princess… I'll do my best to remember that much… I'll make sure of it…" he looked back up to her. Her face stuck into a frown, motionless and silent…

She would never respond. After all, she was just a chunk of ice. She gave him no comfort, no remorse, nor love. She was just an image of a slipping lover. The frames of her glasses in two different shapes, her hair varied in length. He was already forgetting. Silently, he placed his crown upon her head, as if to say, 'my princess'. After which he fell to his knees, taking one of her cold hands into his own,
"You left me all alone, Betty… And by the time I completely forget this pain. Forget everything that has happened… No one will ever want a pitiful man like me…" he buried his face into his hands, sobbing at her so-call 'feet'.
In the distance an echoed call,
"Simon?" the voice of a little girl. Putting his tears to a halt was no easy practice, but perhaps it will become second nature at some point. Either way, right now he had to hide the evidence. Wiping away the tears, he called back to the searching little girl,
"I'm coming!" he said, his voice cracked even in it's attempt to sound cheerful.