As the Beast spoke Beauty began to see past his ugly appearance once again, and found herself feeling rather sorry for the Beast, “it appears that you’ve learnt your lesson now, why hasn’’t the witch turned you back?”
“Maybe she doesn’t think I deserve love,” responded the Beast sadly, “Beauty? Do you think you could love me?”
Sadly Beauty shook her head, “you’re so kind, but it would be cruel of me to lie to you. You’re quite terrifying and I could never love someone who scared me like you.”
The Beast rose from the bench and dropped his last few rose petals in the water. “I understand,” he muttered as he left the pond. Just before the Beast had disappeared behind the rose bushes he turned back to Beauty and said, “you may return to your home and your father. I only want to see that you are happy.”
As the Beast spoke Beauty began to see past his ugly appearance once again, and found herself feeling rather sorry for the Beast, “it appears that you’ve learnt your lesson now, why hasn’’t the witch turned you back?”