My life has been a big "what if" but the difference between mine and everyone else is all of those "what ifs" have come true.
What if my parent disappeared and we got thrown in a dump of an orphanage?
What if my dead grandma is actually alive and she wants to adopt us?
What if fairytales are real? What if they hate our family name?
What if there is a secret organization that wants to rule the world?
What if I fall in love with an arrogant, smelly fairy?
The last one is probably the most absurd. The fact that I fell in love with an arrogant, smelly fairy is a true sign that my life was on a road and the road wasn't going in the direction I want. But eventually I let the abnormality go and let myself fall and then I learned what love was. I was on that part of the road, the part with sunshine and blue skies; I was so wrapped up in the warmth and comfort that I didn't noticed the dark forest up ahead…
On August 25th his mother died. Doctors said it was from old age but she was an everafter, how could she die? He always said he hated her, never loved her, that she made his life miserable but I believed that no one was capable of hate but this time I wished I were wrong. No matter how cruel and heartless this may seem, I wish he didn't love her or maybe his twinkle wouldn't be gone.
It was the day of the funeral, I wore a black dress with a pair of black flats, and he wore a black button up with black pants. It was in New York so we had to use the Vorpal Blade to cut the barrier. It took money and time to get our hands on it but I didn't mind, I loved him. We traveled by train and meet Mustardseed at the palace. The entire place was covered with black leaving a gloomy overshadows. The servants and maids traveled around with grim faces but I couldn't decide if it was because they were really sad or were expected to be.
The funeral was… sad, I can't say beautiful because it wasn't. Beauty was supposed to bring joy and harmony; beauty doesn't make grown men cry and people dress in black. When people thought of beauty they thought of models in gardens not a dead body in a garden. He had made a speech about the things she had done to him, how she was never satisfied with him. I wanted to punch him, how stupid was he to degrade to person at their funeral but then he said," Yet she still loved me, and that was the most I could have asked for." He then leaned over the body and laid a kiss on her forehead. He was an orphan now.
There was a reception, people talked and ate. The kingdom was now in the hands of Mustardseed and his wife, everyone was sure that he would do well, I knew that too. I wondered what would have happened had he taken the kingdom instead, small children running the long halls chasing their multiple pets. Would people bow at the sight of me, would I like it? Would he, would he enjoy sitting at long meetings, having lives resting on his shoulder. No, I decided he wouldn't.
We came back to Ferryport Landing with solemn faces. I entered our apartment, it was dark and all the curtains were drawn. The funeral invitation and letter from Mustarseed were still lying on the table, the envelope freshly open. I made my way to the kitchen and made tea, the kind he liked: lots of sugar and milk. We sat in silence brooding our experiences but how none of them seemed to hurt as much. Were we to young to understand or did we just not love the people enough?
"I am going out." I wanted to look up, to stop him but I didn't just nodded, I guess I was more afraid of living the fear that any moment he could get up and leave. The door shut and I whispered to the empty apartment, "Goodbye Puck."
That night the bed creaks and I felt myself being pulled into someone's arms, maybe it was Puck's or maybe it wasn't.