Almost...
Those soft finger tips dancing upon my cold lips burned into my mind. How soft strokes parted my dry lips, evading them and almost enchantingly plying them open without my will.
Those fingers slowly creasing them...tenderly; almost lovingly.
Almost...
Warm fingers brushing against my pale cheeks; roaming before finally planting themselves upon my once rosy lips. The same lips that grew colder by your touch, as if fading to hues of light blue.
I thought I recalled those eyes. Eyes that wandered around and yet could pierce through ones soul as if seeing the truth. Those eyes that never truly smiled; only your beckoning lips tilted upwards.
I was always confused. How you kept so emotionless through your eyes as your face plastered on many masks that looked almost flawless.
Almost.
You'd part your lips to utter the words of true love and solemn desires for 'the one' as your eyes burned into my soul, as if setting it on fire...with fear.
You weren't the man I was waiting for. The man who would appear and smile at me, the real me.
You never smiled. Not once.
I knew you weren't the one...but it was you who stayed as if trying to suffocate me with the fact that there was none other but you...only you.
I feel the urge to recoil at your unfleeting fingers drawing patterns upon my frozen lips. Tears beg to fall from my glassed eyes, but none manage to escape; instead well up within my internally trembling body as you continue to stare down at me with your eyes boring into my skin, as if trying to read my mind.
I knew it all along. I knew I meant nothing to you. I knew who you truly weren't. I knew it all...and yet here I laid with you standing above me, looking dully into my eyes while I lay there almost lifeless.
I fell for it...I fell for everything...
I fell for a fabricated Prince, not an apple...
The Prince never came. I waited. Wishing upon each star that he would come and take me away from the man that watched me...anywhere away from 'him'. But he never came.
I looked up through my glazed eyes at the man I once pretended to love stare back at me, tugging at a sinister smile that he slowly played against his lips.
I thought his eyes were dull, but at that moment it was as if those eyes had seen the world and thirsted to see into another lifetime. A glint shimmered in his idle, blue eyes, matching his gleefully sick smile that brushed upon his face.
He'd won.
No. 'She' had won. They shared the same glint, the same mystery, the very same wicked smile, and yet I had missed it.
The way those eyes burned into my thoughts and clutched my heart until my body turned away out of shaken fears of what else those eyes could do.
The same eyes that left my vision as lips slightly touched my earlobes.
"Fairy tales never come true dear..."
I watched silently as a burning sensation crawling up my throat.
A blackened board of sorts began to penetrate my vision, coming closer as it slowly closed out the colours that played before me with only darkness evading into me. Eloping me...as if a casket had been closed.
I was going to die. No one would know. My 'Prince' would never come. But these thoughts did not echo within my thoughts as the only words that tried to escape my lips...
'I almost had my fairytale...almost.'