Cinderella
She felt like Cinderella.
No… he was Cinderella, and the clock tower has struck its final sound and the spell was wearing off. She wasn’t sure if that made her Prince Charming or the evil stepmother. No, it wasn’t in this fairytale for her to be his Prince Charming.
Evil stepmother. Definatley.
She brushed aside the ragged slip of cloth to reveal more of what he had hidden from her. She had believed it had been someone else keeping them apart.
Looking up into his heartbroken eyes, she realized that in the end it didn’t matter. She loved him still. More?
“So that’s what you’ve been hiding.”
Mmm cheese.
I vid, therefor I am.
The hardest lesson is that love can be so fair to some, and so cruel to others. Even those who would be gods.
Anne Shirley: I'm glad you spell your name with a "K." Katherine with a "K" is so much more alluring than Catherine with a "C." A "C" always looks so smug.
Me: *cries*
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