She loved him. She was beautiful. She was kind. She was smart.
Though, he didn't love her. Even if she was the first one to love him, even if he was going to die, even if he would never going to be loved again. He didn't want to get married just to break a curse. He deserved that curse he was going to die. He faced that.
She unlocked his heart. That much was true. He couldn't deny that she taught him how to love. To open his hear to the world. She had the right to expect love in return. But, he didn't love her in return. He admitted he enjoyed having her around. At first he thought: "Oh this maybe the girl that might break the curse."
He was wrong. They weren't meant to be. She was the beauty he was the beast. He figured they fit together. She figured they fit together, that why he kept her, that why she stayed.
He felt a pang of guilt. His servants, his friends, they would forever stay household items. Forever lighting a house as a candlestick holder, forever telling time as a clock. He owed it to them. To turn them back, to find love.
He couldn't do it. If he had learned anything in his selfish years of being a prince, it was that he would never marry someone your not going to be happy with forever.
Though the thought of his friend still loomed in his mind. They tried. They helped. They achieved their goal of getting Belle to fall in love with him. They failed in breaking the curse. He didn't love her. He wasn't going to marry her. Possibly if she was the last person on Earth, he didn't dislike her that much.
What did she lack that made him not love her? It wasn't that she lacked caring qualities. She wasn't dull. She was smart. She wasn't ugly. She was beautiful. Though she lacked a quality that he missed. Humor. To laugh at things that weren't cute. To smile when he made a joke. Too not just sing to express her feelings but to laugh.
He needed laughter in his life. Without it he felt alone. Even with love. It was like a sucking feeling. He couldn't live without it. Maybe that's why he wanted her to stay, he thought possibly she could make him laugh again. He was wrong. She was perfect, though, not his perfect.
Now he would die and he would be cursed forever. Forever was an awfully long time. Forever was an awfully long time to wait for the perfect one. But, he felt there was no other way to happiness. To wait forever and ever.