My hair rustles in the wind as I stand by the waterfall in the woods. I had left Kiba and Shino fighting by the campfire a ways away. I couldn't stand for them to see me like this. I knew they would notice my eyes watering up, so I had to leave before I started sobbing again. I rather for them to still think I could handle myself out here, on a mission, even though we all knew I was moments away from breaking down completely.
I had to go before they would give me that look of pity again. That look they gave when they noticed my mind would drift to a sunny blond hair boy, and his recent wedding. A wedding everyone saw eventually coming, but one I couldn't bare to see none the less.
I bend down to the pond in front of me, and place my fingers faintly over the water. The slight ripples did nothing to hide the tears falling down my cheeks. Nothing could stop them, except possibly the wind blowing against my face. Even then, I would know they are still there hiding, and waiting for me to go into my black abyss again.
I grit my teeth as I ponder over how much I thought I had improved over the years. I shake my head slightly, as if someone was nearby to contest me. All around me I hear praises left and right about how well I have grown into my clan's name, and role as heiress. But it amounted for nothing if I still didn't have the one person I wanted the most, notice me.
That's all I ever wanted.
I sneer as I think about when I was a child, I would sit by my mother late at night, and listening to her voice tell tales about how the prince and princesses would all receive a happy ending after the nightmares they went through went away.
My body shakes with laughter at how silly and naive I was to believe such lies. My mother must have not read the pages that fell on the floor, where the princess is stripped away from everything because she still didn't believe enough, or possibly believed too much.
She also didn't tell me my prince could possibly find another princess.
More tears meet the water.
I stand back up, and begin to wipe the tears away. I needed to save some for when they were needed again. They would definitely be needed again. I walk a little ways down the path to where the waterfall is the loudest, and I brace myself against the huge rocks by the stream.
I scream my fairy tale ending right into the water as it crashes into the rocks, not so far from my feet. I scream and scream again, until my throat is blistered with my pain. Then I walk away from the water and the high winds, back to where it starts all over again.