Romeo and Cinderella
Sally frowned.
She curiously pressed her palm against the surface of the mirror before her. Looking at her reflection, she could see a timid, blue woman facing her, wearing the most extravagant dark-purple-and-black dress, the onyx corset hugging her upper body tightly. Her chest was...well, somewhat bigger when something was pushing it up. But, in her state of nervousness, she paid it no mind.
Self-consciously, the rag-doll tried to pull down the ends of her ragged dress to past her mid-thighs. When it unsuccessfully stayed in place, she groaned softly, clenching her gloved hands. Great. The thing was already strapless! Why did the only dress she could find be so revealing?
Again, she peered into the odd mirror.
Was this the last she would see of herself like this in her very short afterlife? It might be the last she'll see herself happy. Or at least, unmarried.
If she was married to Jack Skellington, she would have most certainly been thrilled. Definitely.
But, she wasn't, was she?
The wedding march began to play faintly and the lone door opened behind her. She could try to flee, but the glass, bloodstone 'slippers' would probably prevent her from going too far. Heck, she could barely walk on heelless shoes let alone breakable ones.
Still...she couldn't help but wonder...
Her heart would always be with Jack. Always, until the very end.
He knew that.
So why hadn't he reached out and claimed it?
A/N: Eh, I was alone in the car with writing materials. What to do? This is by far the shortest piece of writing I've ever done. Should I go on?
(If you knew where I got the title, beware! ;])
Disclaimer: I do not own The Nightmare Before Christmas, despite all my fan-girlish obsession.
