Ok onto my second one exciting. As always reviews gratefully received. First time writing about the Addams Family. As always I own nothing all rights to the individual involved and in your reviews try and guess the name of the song and who wrote it.

Too Late Now

Say you're sorry,

That face of an angel comes out

Just when you need it to

Wednesday sat there sobbing her head in her hands begging for time stop, anything to stop this pain. It felt as if her heart was being torn out, as if she'd never breathe again without him.

As I pace back and forth

All this time because I

Honestly believed in you

"How could I have been so stupid" she mentally berated herself. She had never considered even for a second Joel would do this to her. It was killing her inside knowing as she sat here sobbing he was probably with her. Selfishly she began to blame her parents for giving her an unrealistic belief in love.

Holding on the days drag on

Stupid girl I should've known

I should've known

She had fallen to fast, not stopping to consider the consequences. She's believed the fairy tales she'd been told all her life. But inside she knew she should have seen this coming, the look in his eyes had never quite matched his eyes.

I'm not a princess

This ain't a fairytale

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet

Lead her up the stairwell

How often had she watched her parents? Longed, prayed for a romance like that, a heart stopping romance. She chuckled grimly to herself "Well you got what you wanted didn't you?" the voice in her head replied. "It's certainly heart stopping now, heart wrenching in fact."

This ain't Hollywood

This is a small town

I was a dreamer before

You and it let me down

Now it's too late for you and your white horse

To come around

Or was it? If he called again, begged on more time wouldn't she return? Being alone was killing her. The films she had watched, as a child hadn't prepared her for this. But then they were films, and how often did they actually portray the truth?

Baby I was naïve got lost in your eyes

Never really had a chance

Well my mistake I didn't know how to be in love

You had to fight to have the upper hand

He was her first real love. It was all so new, so alien to her that she went along willingly with everything allowing herself to be drawn in to the new experience. Now how she wished she had listened to the concerns of her family. "But oh no", the internal voice mocked, "No, Wednesday Addams always so sure of herself never needed anyone's help or advice." She groaned, how could she face them now and admit they were right? They'd never let it go and she was too proud to beg and ask them to help, to tell them how it hurt inside.

I had so many dreams about you and me

Happy endings now I know

Now she knew, happy endings belonged in films and tales. They weren't real, all her dreams, her hopes had been shattered. They never told you that happened did they?

That I'm not a princess

This ain't a fairytale

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet

Lead her up the stairwell

This ain't Hollywood

This is a small town

I was a dreamer before

You and it let me down

Now it's too late for you and your white horse

To come around

With every tear that fell though her resolve strengthened. She wouldn't take him back, he could have the girl, she could keep him. Prince Charming he wasn't, and she wasn't going to be swept up again by his extravagant promises.

And there you are on your knees

Begging for forgiveness

Begging for me

Just like I always wanted

But I'm so sorry

The damage was done. She couldn't forget and she knew it. Younger, yes, she would have taken him back with open arms but now, there was no chance of it. His promises and words seemed to ring hollow and she couldn't believe him again. He'd destroyed her trust in him.

Because I'm not your princess

This ain't a fairytale

I'm going to find someone someday

Who might actually treat her well

This is a big world

That was a small town

There in my rearview mirror disappearing now

And it's too late for you and your white horse

Yes it's too late for you and your white horse

To catch me now

And it was. She finished crying and stood up surveying the damage. There would be someone out there for her, someone kind and sweet and loving. Wednesday was sure of it, he would just take some finding but one day he would catch her.