Just a little something I had to write for english class! I hope you enjoy it! One shot!

Belle

I looked into the face of my once beloved, my eyes filled to the brim with tears. His face had changed greatly, something that had once disturbed me. No longer was he the carefree lover that he was before, but he had grown into a harsh strict young man. This man, I could not, and would not, marry.

My heart felt as if it was shattering into many pieces as I thought I saw a glimmer of sadness and grief in his eyes, but as soon as it had appeared, it vanished as though it were no more than a dream. For that moment in time, all the fond memories that I had with this man came flooding back into my mind. Picnics in the meadow, candle light dinners, running through the woods toward a secluded glistening stream. Feeling my heart bursting through my ribcage, I took a deep breath and went on. The more confident I sounded, the better and easier this would be for the both of us.

"In a changed nature; in an altered spirit; in another atmosphere of life; another Hope as it's great end. In everything that made my love of any worth or value in your sight. If this had never been between us," I said, struggling to keep my voice steady and strong. "tell me, would you seek me out and try to win me now? Ah no!"

I tilted my head forward and looked up at him through my lashes, hoping that this would have the same affect for him now that it used too. I saw slight success in that his face drew up into a mix of pain and confusion, but once again, it disappeared, leaving only the hard mask behind that I loathed so very much.

He paused, then said somewhat hardly, "You think not."

Those three words hardened my resolve, whereas before, when I still had a flicker of hope, I had almost believed that he would break down onto one knee and beg and plead for my forgiveness. What I realized now is that that dream had really vanished the moment I had seen him with his first paycheck. He had first been simply greedy, but, as he realized what he could do with that money, a wicked gleam had come into his eye. There it had sat until now.

"You may- the memory of what is past half makes me hope you will- have pain in this." I said with conviction, but then went on to add that he would soon loose that pain, as he did in this painful conversation. "May you be happy in the life you have chosen."

I stood up slowly, determined not to look back to where I could sense he was still sitting there, staring at me. You must forget about him. I told myself gently. He no longer loves you. My heart ached to realized that those words were true, proved by Mr. Scrooge himself as he had sat motionless throughout those few minutes. Those few minutes that had seemed like hours to me.

Goodbye, Scrooge. I thought, tears gleaming in my eyes. Goodbye forever.