If you have not seen the musical wicked then I highly recommend it if you have then lets share a nod and a wink isn't it amazing?!

Anyway the inspiration for this story came when I was wrighting up a chapter of my other story and listing to music the song came on and ell hear is the result...

I'm not that girl

She watched the two standing bathed in the moonlight shining boldly on the sea shore. He reached out one slender hand entwining it with the delicate fingers of the beauty sanding opost him. The watcher closed her red rimed eyes imagining herself in the place of that girl wishing her self into her place in his arms. That girl that beautiful girl the one with the gentle curl to her hair, the girl she knew she could never be.

Some people say that things look different in the morning, but not him oh no not him. Sitting at the breakfast table in just his boxers, supple chest exposed. He could not have looked handsomer at least not in her eyes, a sudden image of herself running her fingers down his soft slender flesh flashed before her mind. She shook her head no she must not, she mustn't think like that. Those types of thorts ,those feeling were not for her. She should not wish or lust those feeling were reserved for a different type of girl, the type of girl that she could not ,would not ever be.

Twenty years later she found herself once again watching, the couple before her. There hands clasped lost in one anothers eyes. Him in a sleek black suite showing every curve in his body ever soft rounded muscle. Her in a soft cream dress warped around her slender perfect body. The perfect girl for the perfect boy. The boy she loved, the girl she knew, the girl he loved, the girl haven knew she could never be.

What did you think did you gess who it was about, and more importantly do you think I should continue it as there are lots of song from wicked I could use?

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