Forgotten and Remembering
All those years ago. I was in love and I was told he loved me back. I was so green that I believed it. I guess I never was enough for him.
But she was.
As soon as she entered the ballroom, he was stuck on her. I heard all the rumours: She was so beautiful, so elegant, as fragile as a summer's bloom. And I was nothing; as invisible to the world as I was to my past love while he frantically scoured the country in search of his mysterious girl. She had bewitched him, and there was nothing I could do about it. She left a shoe and the prince simply fell at her feet, literally.
I first saw her at their wedding. Her spun gold hair was delicately put up, the white wedding dress shimmering in the sunlight, her pale skin rosy with merriment. She looked so blissfully happy and looking back on it, so did he. Smiling like nothing could go wrong with the world; the perfect couple. Everyone wished them happiness in their lives but no-one could see my inner pain, my broken heart.
I would see them around the castle and they never seemed to see me. On the occasions that she did, the look she gave me was not one I would want from anyone, a look of pity and condescension, almost as is she were sorry to see me.
Eventually it became too much; every glance at them was like another stake into my already damaged heart. I knew I had to move on. I could no longer bear to be anywhere near them. I handed my resignation note to the house keeper, packed my stuff and left.
No one noticed and no one cared.
As I was leaving I took one last look at the castle that had been my home and employment for the last few years and felt a little regret. I was moving on but was my heart ready? No and it never would be; I can say that now. I found new employment, hardened my heart and threw myself into my work; no more would I think of the prince or his new bride.
It was probably this way of dealing with things that disallowed me to love anyone and drove others away from me, making me old before my time. Looking back on that time has made me realise something, hiding from your problems never solves anything.
Now I sit here writing this journal, my departure from this world all too imminent, and think back to those days. It was sad way to go about it but I've finally healed my heart and it belongs only to me. I will die happy knowing I have forgiven the Old King and his Queen.
After all everyone deserves a happy ever after.
Fin. A short story about the girl Cinderella replaced. This is my first time writing a sad fic like this, I cried writing it... please review and tell me what you think. (=^o^=)