Belle
Hark! ‘Tis I, Belle, once the apple of Ebenezer Scrooge’s eye. But alas, our love was not to be, for his heart became as cold as the winter wind. I remember the man he once was, with a twinkle in his eye and a spring in his step. But as the years wore on, he became consumed by greed and bitterness, and our love wilted like a rose left out in the frost.
It was difficult to leave him, but I knew I could not be with someone who valued money over love. And so, I departed, leaving the memories of what might have been.
But even now, as I walk the streets of London, I cannot help but wonder what might have been had he chosen a different path. Perhaps one day, he will see the error of his ways and remember the warmth of the love he once knew. Until then, I will continue to hope for a brighter future.