It had only been one sentence, one whimsical remark, one teasing lie that had changed everything. It was those words that had shattered her heart, had brought her into a furious rain of tears; had gotten them both upset with one another.
He was to blame. She was to blame. But it didn't matter whom now. It was over. Things would go back to what they used to be. Before the curse. Before they met. Before he had broken her heart again and again, just because he had none.
She wanted to go home. And he let her. There was nothing—there was never anything, she told herself. She didn't feel a thing. Then why couldn't she stop crying?
A/N: Yes, it's rather short. I apologize. But--It'll get better! It will! But...it might be a sad ending. Give me some feedbacks, because they're usually what'll change the story
love, N