"When I was younger, my parents would call me their little princess-"
He laughed, but it was a dry one, interrupting me mid-sentence as he walked over to me in two straight strides, our faces dangerously close as I tried to back away, but he took me by the arm to keep me in place. "No one's going to bow down to you here. It's a battlefield out here, and you either fight to survive, or you die. So choose one, princess, because I'm not going to be your knight in shining black armor. I'm not going to be there to save you. This isn't a fairytale, so grow up and realize that."
With that, he let go of my arm and walked away, bumping into my shoulder in the process as I stumbled a bit, but nevertheless remained in my spot as I let his words sink in, before sitting down on the bench and feeling myself crash and burn right then and there.
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a/n: ow... :(
- Princesa
