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fairytale.

when she was young, her mother told her fairytales (once in a while, when there was no fighting). stories about true love and princes who rescued you and made you feel loved. about parents who stayed and were happy and proud and nothing like the two almost-strangers who lived in the same house as her.

foolish sakura believed them. And to complete the masquerade, she picked a broken little boy who couldn't feel his own heartbeat sometimes, he was so numb, to be her prince.

in the beginning, she held onto the fairytale, the false idol that told her, whispered in her ear that, in spite of everything, she could have her happy ending.

every flower petal she pulled told her with it's acid satin whisper against her young, unblemished fingertips (but not really, because blood never really washes off, does it?) he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

(she never said he loves me not. It felt like a curse that would crawl under her skin and make her believe it.)

then she got older and the fairytale started to die a little, started to rot around the edges and stink like so many broken promises.

because the broken, numb, little prince that she had sewn so tightly into her heart wasn't so little, wasn't so numb, and wasn't in love with her.

(but then again, she had never been a princess. and he never really ever been a prince.)

when sakura (who by now is too old for the fairytale but still wants to believe it and she is still bitter about the lost of her beloved glitter and love and happiness) has a daughter

-who looks just like her, but with her fathers eyes so full of happiness and hope and a readiness to think that the world isn't cruel and full of blood and rotting half-dead hopes that they glow in a way that hers never could and that makes almost unbearably jealous-

who she tells the fairytales to but never makes it a happy ending, always leaving off the end because she doesn't want her daughter to know that she is still waiting

(hopingprayingwishingwanting)

for her happy ending to come.

-fin.-


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