My -Not-So-Perfect- Life

I lean into him, my breath fanning across his cheek bones. His breath hitched as my lips brush his skin, my own smirk reaching its way to my mouth.
"Leo, Leo, Leo," I taunt, "what are we going to do with you?"
My hands rest on his broad shoulders, his muscles tensing beneath my touch.
Shakily, he brought one hand towards my hips, pressing himself closer to me, whilst the other one still holds my jammy dodgers. Twat.
"Why am I here?" he asks uncertainly.
I gasp. "Don't you know?" my voice coming out as fake shock.
His shakes his head.
My hands run down his arms, one following the trail to my waist, the other skimming toward the hand with the biscuits in, "My name is Winter Hart and these are my Jammie Dodgers!"

Once upon a time there was a prince and a princess and the prince does some bull crap to make the princess fall in love with him.
The end.
But has anyone ever wondered what actually happened after then? It just so happens that no one wants to know because they don't end up living happily ever after. A tragic accident will somehow squeeze itself into their life and ruin their plans.That unlucky princess, though, is me.
And I've already had my prince. But the accident dragged him away, leaving me alone. Now I understand why no one tells the after life of the fairytales. Because you want to keep your life in a perfect time.
Unfortunately, that can't happen, and my fairytale was finished. Well, until he entered my life.
Leonardo Kingston.
The boy that tries to save me. I won't let him save me, though. I remind myself that I've had my story, and if he enters it'll just become a complete mess of love, jealousy and cheesy pick-up lines.
But it happened and piece by piece, bit by bit, my story did become a jumble of love, jealousy and cheesy pick-up lines. I'm Winter Hart and this happens to be the after story of my fairytale.

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