It was always the same.
His love would stab at my heart again as he merely toyed with me both mentally and physically. and then left me there to drown in my own pitiful heartbroken tears.
I couldn't stand much more of his little games...
I knew better.
He scolded me with these words over and over again as my heart throbbed for his death.
I wanted to see the light leave his eyes, if only for a moment.
This side of me hated the story he had written, turning me into nothing but a doll for him.
I hated it.
I hated him and I hated what he would do to me.
His games drove me to the edge of my sanity before he would leave me there on the floor to bawl.
It wasn't fair.
He knew what he was doing to me.
He know how this man was hurting me, yet he only stood by and watched as I was abused.
His heart stood within my grasp for a mere moment, but he pulled himself away from me, leaving me no option but the author.
Author over Prince.
I can't handle this anymore.
I want to end it, and I will finally end his story.
I managed to move myself to his study and write out the words that would send me somewhere else.
Somewhere without him.
'And so the princess took to writing her own future. Burning the story to a heap of ashes, she was once again herself...Ahiru'
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I was content in my little pond as I plucked at my feathers.
Nothing more for me to fear or be broken for.
I had been broken enough.
The prince is here with me now.
I watch him dance and can't help but long for my human body back.
To only be Princess Tutu again.
To only dance with him once more...
If only for a moment...