This is from Melody's perspective in the hospital.
I waited for you for so long. Longer than I think people outside of stories have waited. Some said I was crazy, that I had to move on, find a life and my own way, lose myself.
Some said you didn't even exist. They said you were a dream.
I could see it in the eyes of my father, my aunt, my sister.
Sometimes hearts mend, and sometimes the wound waits open in hopes that a certain someone will come back and heal it. I think that's why I was waiting for you.
I was dying, a mere body in a hospital where everything was so cold. They blamed the cancer.
But I think part of me died the last time I saw you.
I was beautiful, the fairy tale princess for whom everything went right. I had callers, I had dreams, and I had memories of you. I could have had a thousand Prince Charmings, each more charming and handsome than the last. The kind of guy every girl dreams of.
There were visions of temples or missions, schools and arts. Play time. Vacations.
But my excitement was when you jumped off a cliff for me. That was the moment you captured me, and every little other thing only turned the key tighter until I was yours.
And then you were gone.
And I waited, scarcely daring to believe I would see you again.
I don't even know if you're real or not. I see your face, I see your eyes, I can even hear your heart, and I feel it as you kiss me.
I feel like I am waking up.
My hero, my dream come to life.
the end