What if the seven dwarfs never really existed and were just branches of Snow White's personality? Happy for the good days, Grumpy for the bad, Sneezy when under the weather and Bashful around that special someone. What if every time you looked into...
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❝We all have that one person, whether it's a month from now or ten years from now, that we'd go back to. 'Cause at the end of the day, they're the one whose arms always feel the most like home.❞ • • •
The rest of the school day went by in a blur. Or, perhaps I only saw it that way because my eyes were constantly brimming with tears, deforming everything I looked at.
Although I hated to admit it, all I did the whole day was scavenge for Will. I didn't want to say anything to him, not particularly. I just wanted to see him just so that I could know whether he was taking this breakup as badly as I was. Deep down, I knew for sure that he was hurting just as much as I was, maybe even more. But the irrational voice in my mind told me that it was Thea all along, and now he could finally be happy.
I didn't really know what to think of that. The idea of Will with Thea did not bode well with me. In fact, it broke my heart into a million pieces, just thinking about him happy with someone else. Was it alright to be selfish? Especially when I knew that I would soon be leaving him and everyone else that I loved?
Probably not. I knew that I would get over it eventually, and that was just my voice of heartbreak talking. I did the right thing by breaking it off. He would have his happy ending. Although Holly wouldn't have hers, my next alter might.
I walked the winding stretch back home, my thoughts shouting through the empty streets. I dropped little pieces of my heart as I walked, hoping that someone would follow my trail and take me into their arms. Like Hansel and Gretel, I too came to the house of a witch. But I only realised when she opened the front door.
"Where were you?!" Eve demanded, almost knocking me off of my feet with surprise. It was only then that I noticed something was amiss. A row of cars had been lined up on our driveway, and I could hear a number of voices speaking in hushed tones in the living room.
I noticed far too late that Eve's eyes were red-rimmed and her face was blotched up from crying. Her voice sounded thin and wobbly, like any minute she'd break. My breathing instantly shallowed and I felt a thousand stones drop in my stomach. Something was wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.
"I- I just decided to take the long way home today. I needed some time... some time alone..." I started, and Eve looked like she was about to burst into tears. She pulled me into her arms, and lightly stroked my hair, as if it were I who was crying and not her.
"Eve, what's going on?" I asked, panic rising in my chest. She didn't respond. "Eve?" I called again, my voice cracking with terror.
"It's Granddad," she whispered, as if unwilling to believe the words that were coming out of her own mouth. "He's gone, Holly."
