What Will Be, Will Be (Very Slow Update)

Prologue: Fairytales are Fairytales

I can clearly remember, it was winter that night when...

"You know just how much i can do for you. Please be serious about this. I want you, I love you, you're all I've ever wished for. Do you stil love me?"

Silence...

"Please... answer me. I just need to know."

Silence...

"Red... please"

"...I don't know."

That was the last time I talked to him. After he said those words, my world broke apart. I've never felt anything like this before. It was like hitting my hip on the corner of a table, putting some salt on an earthworm, removing a fish from the water, or something like those. I really don't know what to do. But at sixteen, what do most of the girls do when they get hurt? Of course, I cried. I cried a lot.

I have always thought that one day, he'll tell our story to our grand children. I thought that he would be there, ready to kiss me if ever I would eat a poisoned apple, or ready to put back on my glass slippers if ever I lose one pair. I thought that he would always be my Alladin, my Prince Philip.

But no, he is not. He wouldn't be there anymore to catch me if I fall. He wouldn't be there to give me a wake up kiss after a very long sleep. He wouldn't be calling my name anymore and climb the tower just to get close to me.

I love him.

I wanted to grow old with him, to always be with him.

But past is past.

Six months had already passed after that dreadful moment, and here I am, whom everyone thinks a "bitter" of all that has happened. I just hate that feeling of being left. I felt so stupid, gullible enough to believe every word he said.

Well, that's life... I need to get up and be strong.

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For you and I are past our dancing days

Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow,

That I shall say good night 'till it be morrow.