Another angsty fic, but this time, it's rather short.
Inspired by events that happened to bakamono keen kor. Eh, don't emo, okay kor? :X
Gosh, I'm crying? I laugh, as I allow the water to trickle down my face. With each passing moment, more tears flow down, and I hear my laughter: it's getting more frequent now.
What do you know? I can even hear myself laughing; it's like my soul is no longer attached to my body, like I'm at my journey's end, yet I can't find the path to a better place. Perhaps I'll just stop here and wait, forever, in eternal slumber.
How long was it? Nine months? I can't believe I was such a fool to wait that long for her.
Staring at the parchment in front of me, I laugh even more as I take in the fact I should have realized all those months ago: she never intended to accept me in the first place; my wait was futile, right from the start.
Remain as friends, yeah, sure. My feelings for you won't change.
The floodgates open, and the parchment ink is smudged.
Smiling bitterly, I mentally chuckle at my own naivety. All those fairytales I've read before and my own fairytale I've been dreaming for, none of them are real.
I must be going mad, laughing and crying at the same time. My soul feels torn, like someone has ripped it apart. My heart, there's this void now. I'm numb; I don't even know what's going on now. Loneliness and sadness has just corrupted me; that's all I know now.
I see her, outside my window, walking with him; she's free at last, after being relieved of head magician duty: a duty that bound her to a full year of singlehood.
Turning away, I face my desk. With a hand, I sweep everything away, having no control of my actions anymore. A loud clutter follows, and all my things fall onto the floor in a messy order. My magician books, my Phoenix Wand, and the storybook.
It reached the floor last, opening up to its last page, with three words printed in large, fanciful font over the double pages. It was hard to miss.
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Who ever said all stories end with a 'Happily Ever After'?