prince bright asks his helper win to run away with him, away from a loveless marriage, away from royal responsibilities. win loves bright, but he disagrees.
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bright looked into the mirror, the sight of his reflection looking blurry due to the tears gathering in his eyes. a soft hand brushed through his black strands, the touch too familiar, too painful, as it tied his hair in a tight bun at the back of his head. the hand then reached out to pick up a bottle that contained a tint of some sort, applying it over his lips, lingering a little longer than necessary. as the hand moved away, bright grabbed it, a tear finally rolling down his cheeks, two, three and then there were too many to count.
"win, please."
"bright," the person behind him responded, his voice still soft like he was not affected, but bright knew that win was just as heartbroken as he, "we can't, you know it."
"we can do it, win, we surely can!" bright said, standing up from the chair he was sat on, as the chair moved behind with a screech. "why can't we? we love each other, and that is all that matters."
"bright..." win's voice was filled with hesitation as he tried convincing bright, "what about the kingdom then? who will rule? who will take care of the citizens?"
"father can, and big brother can do it too," bright replies "he's just blind, not stupid."
"my love, you know it doesn't work that way..."
"win, please, you know i hate my life here. i was never worthy of becoming ruler!" bright cries out lips wobbling. win only looks at him with his lips curled down. bright reaches for win's arms again, holding it tight, desperation filling his teary eyes.
"please, win, run away with me," bright said, voice pleading, "we'll go to the woods, survive in our own little cottage. and we can take my moonlight with us. he's the best horse in the kingdom. we could hunt and search for food with his help-"
"bright, what about film then? she loves you."
"not you too!" bright yells now, too far gone to care if anyone outside would hear him. "why don't you understand! why doesn't anyone understand that the only person i love, and will love is you!" bright was crying hysterically now, tears rolling down his cheeks, the tints win had applied so carefully washing away along with it.
"why wouldn't you be able to love her?" win said as he reached his hands out to wipe the tears off his face, ignoring the tears wetting his own cheek. "she is perfect, bright. she's pretty, she's kind, she's caring," win spoke "and she's a woman."
"but she isn't you." bright said, but his head was hung in defeatlike he knew win wouldn't ever agree to his plan.
just then, a knock sounded on the door followed by a voice "the king says its time for the prince to come to the altar."
"win, please..." bright tried one last time, voice shaky.
"i love you bright," win whispered, forcing a smile onto his face despite the grief in his heart. "fall out of love with me and take care of film and the nation. and i'll do the same"
but deep down he knew he would never fall out of love with his sweet prince.
