I don't know why, but I suddenly had this urge to write this. OneShot.
An Unhappy Ending
No one knows this aching I feel. No one knows how much it hurts. No one knows rotten and dead my heart feels right now. No one. They're all cheering, each one of them. The prince has finally found his bride, has finally found his happy ending. I see the bride and all I can think of is, 'thief, rotten thief!' for she had stolen something from me. It is I who should be in her shoes. It is who should be in the arms of Prince Phillip. She stole my happy ending.
With every heartbeat, my body aches. My mind aches. My heart aches. Everything aches. When will people learn, the good girl in the stories don't always have the happy ending. I've read so many fairytales and only I know that they're lies. I've met many girls whose happy endings have met the same fate as mine; stolen or lost. She waves to everyone and they all cheer for her and her husband. They cheer without knowing, they cheer without seeing. I stand amidst the crowd, unseen by the "happy couple" and I ache. I'm the only one who stands here like a corpse. I look like a corpse for all that matter.
I close my eyes and I can't help but remember...
"Phillip! Phillip, please! Believe me! I don't love that duke's son! I've never even met him! Phillip, please, Celeste... she's lying! She's trying to tear us apart," I pleaded.
His eyes were gleaming with hurt. They were hollow beyond that. "Adeline... I... I don't know what to think..."
I was on my knees, as a last resort. "Phillip, please. I would never lie to you. I love you. You're the only one I love. I have your heart and you have mine!"
And the next words he said were heartbreaking. "Odd, I thought you didn't have a heart. As for mine, it belongs to another."
He didn't need to tell me who it was. Celeste. My stepsister, Celeste. The one I treated like my own sister, loved like my own sister. Celeste! I stared at him as the guards dragged me away from his chamber. I was still on my knees, and was receiving multiple scrapes as the guards continued to drag me. I didn't care. How can I feel pain when my heart has stopped beating?
I watch as they get into their white carriage, reasy to be of with their honeymoon. Phillip, Phillip, please! I catch his eye as he is entering the carriage. They're hollow and cold. He looks away in disgust. I ache. As the carriage goes past the crowd, Celeste pokes her head out of the window and continues waving. She sees me and, of course being cruel, she just has to smirk at me.
My dead heart shatters. Without thinking, I run in front of the carriage, scaring the horses. The crowd stops cheering and every eyes is trained on me. I see Phillip and Celeste poke their heads out of the windows. I hand searched for the dagger I've been hiding.
"I love you, Phillip,"
Those are my last words before the dagger pierces my heart.
Before I hit the ground, I can hear hasty footsteps, the gasps in the crowd and Phillip's voice. His lovely, lovely voice. I hear him call out my name one last time before I am shrouded by darkness.
The aching stops.