After Henry (Once Upon a Time)

Chapter Seven: Inspiration

Notice: Hi "amazings" I posted chapter 6 on Thursday, which is unusual. So, don't forget to read it, before diving in this one otherwise you won't understand a sh-t XD Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. Let me know in the comments below, kisses ;)

Henry: As I held Ivy's aching stomach with my hands, a deep smiley curve took her rose petals' lips. I smirked at her, feeling good to give her some relief, just as she did for me, back in San Francisco.

Seeing Ivy like that, so fragile, sweet and small, just made me doubt of those flashes that took over me last night.

Why on hell would I imagine Ivy as Drizella?! The wicked stepsister who wished to rip prince Charming from his Cinderella?

How could the girl I met, the one who faked her death and escaped her demons and troubled past to find me, be capable of doing any harm? I just couldn't see it. Maybe I was blinded by love. Yet I felt like I did not doubt the nature of her soul.

As my lips crushed Ivy's, I realized the one thing I was afraid of. I found out I could fall in love again, that I could live my own story, leaving the one I had with Lauren, behind.

So, yes, in a way, Ivy took me apart from my family, by helping me move on from the memories I had of Lauren and Aby.

Once Ivy fell asleep on my couch, I left her sleepy body and sat in front of my computer. Sighed heavily, taking away the weight of last days' emotional events.

When I stared at the blankness of pages, I didn't feel so lost anymore. In four days I already lived more than I did in the years after my tragedy, so writing should be easy now.

That's the thing about humans, life seems pretty bleak until someone gives the rest of us...Inspiration.

I cleaned the sentence that once filled the blankness of pages with even more nothingness. "Poetic opening line goes here...". When I gazed upon the screen free of that idiotic sentence, I felt relieved and that's when I truly started my newest novel.

First, I wondered how it would be. A fairytale-like the first one I wrote? A short novella like Nicholas Sparks'?

I wanted to write about Ivy and the time we were spending together, but something deep in my gut told me I shouldn't just abandon the flashes I had sweeping my brain, last night.

Amy probably would advise me to do the opposite. Let go of those nonsensical illusions that led me to believe I could find the family I lost, in the embers of a dying fairytale. Still, I needed to crack this mystery wide open.

I loved Ivy. I was in love with her and nothing could change that feeling that took a grip on me, yet, what if my dreams were right?! What if she was the wicked stepsister trying to stop me from finding my family again?

I loved Lauren and Aby too much to let any chance of finding them go. But what would I do once I figured out a wicked nature in Ivy's soul?! It was unbearable to even think of it, so I shook my head before the tears came all over.

My eyes wandered on the screen again. I should write it all down because writing clears my mind just as spinning clears Rumpelstiltskin's.

"Once Upon a Time..." I type, and the words appear on the screen. A new story about to set place, the cracking of this allusive mystery that's taking over my mind.

Once Upon a Time,

Through the dark forest, branches cutting Henry's flesh as he ran so fast on his horse, dark clouds hovering all over, fog so thick anyone could be blinded by it. And yet he didn't give up, he ran away, as the adrenaline rushed over his body.