And they lived happily ever after... those words kept ringing in my ears. Happily ever after.
I could feel my story coming to an end. The familiar feeling of failure is succumbing me slowly. As I lay there,mud and blood covering my face, feeling excruciating pain throughout my body all I could think was their Happily ever after.
Why I didn't get one? I thought to myself. Is it because I am the Villain? Is it because my love wasn't enough?
My love. I slowly looked up to see those beautiful eyes.
There they were... looking at me with tears in those eyes. The plump lips which I couldn't get enough was quivering. Sweat made those silky hair stick on the beautiful face. So beautiful....so lovely.
My heart ached. No this wasn't part of the story. I never felt heart ache, I shouldn't feel heart ache. But still when he wrapped his hands around her small waist and pulled her closer to him and kissed her with such a great passion I couldn't help but let out a cry.
Her gray eyes fell on me. She was crying. No she shouldn't cry,I should.
Only if I could just stand up and rip his hands off of her. Only if I could kiss those plump lips. Only if I could rub those precious tears with my thumb and murmur beautiful words into that ears. Only if I could tuck those untamed silky hair behind those ears. Only if I could be a Hero...
My love. My heart. My everything was standing so close,but still too far. I wanted to feel those soft skin again. I wanted to feel everything I felt for that beautiful flower again. But I couldn't. Why? Because it wasn't part of the fairytale. But nor was the time we spend together. The secret kisses we shared. The beautiful nights where I would feel the warmth around me,the painful yet pleasurable moans like a melody to my ears,while the moon watched us. The laugh we shared. The love we shared. The warmth we shared.
Nothing. Nothing was written in there. But still it happened. So maybe....maybe I could rewrite this too.
So with all the energy I have left. I stood up and dragged myself to them slowly. With my sword in my hand I walked up to them.
But I couldn't make it. Before I could even touch those beautiful face. A sword went through my heart.
Pain erupted. Stars danced around. This can't end like this. Not without feeling those skin. Not without a final goodbye from that euphonic voice.
I looked upto see who it was. The one who stabbed me. My breath hitched when I saw who it was.
She had his sword in her hand. My blood wrapped around it. Her chest was heaving up and down. She was crying uncontrollably.
"Why?" That was all I could ask.
"Because I choose love. I choose him." She said. Her voice so small...so melodic.
I didn't get angry on those words.How could I? Why would I? Who wouldn't choose him?
So the only possible expression I could bring up was a smile. I smiled. And I looked at those angelic eyes and said:
"And I choose you. I always will." With that darkness ate me.
And there my story began...again,just like always.
This is my story. The story of a Villain who fell in love.
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FantasyHe was the Villain. He was the one who should be hated. He was the one who didn't deserve love. But he loved,just the way the other one loved him. But as I said he was the Villain,he don't get a happy ending. Or does he? Everyone knew the fairytale...