Very Short Stories

Cinderella

I kissed her chapped lips, feeling the roughness against my mouth. I held her calloused hands and her coarse palm didn’t bother me at all. Her skin was dry but so what? She doesn’t have a nice hair nor a voluptuous body. Her eyes and smile make up for it.

She doesn’t own any Prada or Chanel. She doesn’t have the money and the time to buy Starbucks’ coffee. She’s skinny because she has to work after school. Her face looks tired because she’s up all night studying.

They say we don’t look good together so we better break up. Fuck them. I didn’t ask for their opinion. I did not fall in love with her looks. Hell, she’s the opposite of everything I ever asked for.

She’s not perfect, but guess what? I don’t care. I love her anyway.