My fairytale wasn't traditional. It didn't have fairies and dragons and world shattering love. It wasn't the fairy tale you dreamed about as a child. And it certainly didn't have a happy ending.
A deep sigh escaped her as she entered the ruined house. She pictured how everything was before the accident. Such a beautiful place had been destroyed so quickly. She could hardly believe it.
I always dreamed about fairytales when I as little. A handsome prince seeing through my exterior to love the girl inside. And just maybe that happened he saw through my exterior and loved me for who I am. But it was no fairytale.
Blinking back tears she headed towards The Spot. The Spot he still lay in still warm. It had only been a few moments since he died. Black clouds rained down her grief plastering her hair to her forehead.
Our romance was not epic although I loved him more than life. Then I birthed his son. It had always been his son; they were too alike I could never be so close. And now, now we are further away than ever.
She held his hand in hers and let everything go, she cried until nothing was left. No emotion, no dreams, no life. When finished she stood up and began to climb the reminder of the stairs.
People always comforting me but they can't know. Can't know how powerful how love can be, the explosion that came from within me when he destroyed everything I had ever wanted everything I needed, everything that was me. The loss of a husband and a son does much even kills.
She reached the bedroom where it had all came to ahead. Her gentle arms scooped up her son's dead body and carried him downstairs. She gently placed him next to her husband and lay down with them.
People think that He did this. He made the explosion, but He didn't. It was me, my body couldn't take the grief and the magic within me just left. It killed Him but I survived. I wish I had died.
There she lay for a day. Until someone dared to come upon the house. The three of them, a morbid imitation of a perfect family. But it wasn't perfect for they were dead and she still lived.
My fairytale wasn't traditional. It didn't have fairies and dragons and world shattering love. It wasn't the fairy tale you dreamed about as a child. And here's your happy ending. Is it good enough?