crystal slipper
disclaimer: ouran high school host club is not mine.
The magic was gone; the slipper had shattered and the fairytale that was theirs no longer existed.
Hikaru and Kaoru. Kaoru and Hikaru.
Somewhere along the way Haruhi had become part of their story and their carriage had become a pumpkin.
They thought they could handle it. One flux, one person at a time. They still had each other, and she wouldn't change that.
Until she did. She broke the rules she refused to play by, and between mice and clothes, they'd fallen in love with her.
They spun her in circles, unaware that they were really spinning around her.
Her gravity was pulling their world apart, and still she remained so beautifully unaware.
And when the clock stuck twelve and doves scattered in the air leaving forgotten feathers, Kaoru became aware of how much the world of dreams could not reach reality, and he alone was left to clutch a slipper that had disintegrated in his trembling hands.
When did the story end and when did reality begin?
Kaoru was left in the aftermath. Hikaru was chasing Haruhi.
The white stallion faded with the promise of dawn.
Still she was the peasant who merely rolled her eyes at them.
Princes and paupers; beggars and liars; gypsies and enchantresses – these were the roles that they could masquerade in the real world. Though she saw through them each and every time.
Everyone had a part to play, and by breaking the spell, she had both given and taken away their hope.
Revelation in the sun; the Ferris Wheel turned for them and the ghost of the grandfather clock began to strike once more, tearing everything asunder.