Chapter 3: Simon and Betty
Simon had stepped back and simply told her "No, Betty. I can't."
Betty shook her head, and hugged him. "Don't worry"
"I'm sorry Betty… I can't even touch you without making you feel uncomfortable, my cold… it's… it makes you-"
"No, I'll make you warm"
Her lips and his met, Simon felt her warmth lips, he couldn't help but to kiss her back. He missed her so much, Simon thought he would never see Betty again. But there she was, she loved him as much as he loved her. It was true, it had to be.
To think that Betty would be willing to kiss an old man with white eyes, frostbitten skin and big nose, but it was because that man was him.
Betty's hands began to travel underneath his shirt, massaging her loved one's back. She knew he was cold, but she still felt she had to caress him. That's when she untucked his shirt, and began to feel lower.
Simon blushed when she realized Betty was unbuckling his belt. He broke their kiss with a soft gasp.
"Betty, what are you doing?" he asked bashfully.
Betty simply responded to that question by unbuttoning his waistcoat, then unbuttoned Simon's shirt a bit and she pressed her face against his cold chest.
Simon shivered a bit at her touch "Betty, are you sure of this? I don't think its a good idea… what if…?"
"Good idea? you are enjoying this"
"Yes… but, what if I hurt you?"
Betty smiled at him "everything will be fine" she pinched his cheek underneath his beard "I promise, Simon."
"What if it's not like that? what if it goes wrong? Betty, my princess. I love you and I don't want to put you in danger"
Betty looked at him directly into his eyes "I love you too, Simon."
"Oh, Betty" he sobbed.
She embraced him, her warmth was overwhelming, he loved it. He missed it dearly, feeling warm. The feeling everything was fine, Simon tried to pretend everything was fine, but it wasn't. He always remembered his own lie, but now he could forget everything was ruined.
Betty missed his old self, of course. But she loved Simon, not the body. She was willing to get close to this cold man. The man she loves was turned into this by the crown. She did not care, all Betty wanted was to make Simon feel better. Betty couldn't imagine the amount of pain Simon had been going through, ever since that day.
"Betty…" he sobbed.
Betty felt a knot on her throat, an empty hole in her chest… she could feel his pain. Poor man… this curse, he had no true malice. Why did he deserve this? why was destiny so cruel to Simon Petrikov?
Simon hugged her tightly and broke in tears…
Betty felt terrible, the pain, the sadness her loved one was feeling. If he was feeling like that, despite reuniting with her… how did he felt when he was alone?
The mere thought made her eyes dampen.
"Oh Simon, I'm sorry… I'm sorry."