Kape at Papel

8.

Fairytales Lied to Me

Under a gargantuan chandelier were us. Dancing to a romantic classical song with hands holding each other tightly. You are an embodiment of serendipity. Just like how any magical fairytale ends, I knew we could be magical.

But, I was wrong.

I was the girl you danced before the princess enters the story she owns. I was the other girl before you meet the 'it'. I was the story filler. I was the person everybody doesn't give a damn about. I could never see fairytales the same way again.

Aexiss