AN: This time, it's the POV of the OTHER WOMAN. The one Aly chose.
They say fairy tales are overrated. They say those stories just belong to books and should not be mistaken for reality. The world had been cynical through and through, failure after failure to love and be loved. But I said otherwise, fairy tales do happen...for some.
I have always believed in love. I was one of those people who were born and bred with unicorns and rainbows. My parents are phenomenal. They made me believe that life is beautiful and no amount of pain can make it otherwise. Maybe that's the reason why people think I'm stupid, naïve. They say I'm too positive. I would have cared with those comments; I would have hurt by those people who didn't understand me and my views. But I didn't, because you were there. You were always there. And nothing else matters.
I'll never forget the first time I met you. You're that type of person who everyone wants to befriend but too intimidating to approach. But that didn't stop me. At 5, I just saw a little girl I want to be friends with.
"Hey." I said as I approached you. I didn't hesitate in sitting beside you. For some reason, I just felt comfortable enough to just do it.
"Uhm, hi." You responded a little apprehensively.
"Wanna play?" I asked.
"Play? With you?" I guess, you weren't used to other kids talking to you.
"Yup, and with Mr. Fluffs." I said holding out my favorite stuffed toy. After a long silence and staring.
"Uhm, sure."
"Yey!" And then you smiled. At 5, I've never seen anything so beautiful.
Years have been great with us. We were inseparable. People don't get us. We were opposites. I live and breathe sunshine and rainbows while you're a little darker and reserved. But it doesn't matter, you make me safe. You make me feel special. Our worlds revolve around each other. People say it's unhealthy. I say, I'm just happy you're there.
"Aly, when you look at the stars, what do you see?" I've asked you once. I love looking at the stars, especially when you're there beside me.
"Bright small dots." It's typical for you to state things point blank. You're the reality in my world of fantasy.
"That's it? Cant' you be more imaginative? C'mon, dig a little deeper." I chuckled. I'm used to your comments as much as you're used to me saying random things. We just get each other like that.
"You know, I've never been poetic. Why don't you just tell me what you see?"
"I see you shining bright for me." It's cheesy but that's how I feel. And with you, I never felt scared of saying what's in my heart.
"Yeah? I can be a star. For you anyways." At that moment, I never felt my heart fuller. I knew it was you feeling up those empty spaces.
As beautiful a life is, growing up can taint the brightness that comes with childhood. Life happens. Certain decisions are made. Even sacrifices. The world I've always know. The world I love shattered. There's no one to blame but me.
"I could come with you." The vulnerability in your voice halts my movement. It resonated within me. You were never vulnerable. It was always me. But this time it's you, I made you this.
"You can't. You have a degree to finish. You have to stay here. You have a life here." I tried to reason. It hurts. But this is what I have to do. I've been offered a job at the other side of the country and I decided to take it.
"There are colleges there, I could apply and finish my degree there with you. I can do it. We can-"
"Stop it. I've made my decision. I'm leaving and you're staying here." You're shocked. Never did I talk to you like this. Not like this.
