One Destiny, One Sky
Thirty Kisses Challenge
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Theme # 6
The Space between Dream and Reality夢と現の間
I never changed,
I just stopped
Pretending to be
Happy.
Dreams.
People chase after them, even if they know most of them will never come true. They forget about reality, the things that tell you that fairytales are just stories.
Sad, sad truth was, fairytales rarely came true.
She used to be a dreamer, waiting for the day her prince charming would come and sweep her up from her feet. Waiting the day he would come and save her from the horrible witch.
She waited, and waited. He never came.
He already found his princess.
"Guess what Olette?" Her prince said to her one day, grinning happily. "Yeah Hayner?" She replied, resting her head on her knuckles. The smile plastered on his face was goofy, like always.
He told her, and the brunette watched her prince talk about his princess, the joy in is eyes made her hang her head in dismay.
She was nothing but the ugly stepsister in his eyes.
She saw them at the park once, embracing and in a passionate lip lock. She felt sore afterwards.
When he officially introduced his princess to her, she felt like she was intruding. They looked so happy together.
She quickly dismissed herself.
Reality.
"I promised my mom I would do some shopping for her." Olette smiled slightly, brushing a bang out of her face. "Sorry." He smiled at her, his princess smiled too, and said goodbye to her, the brunette didn't hear it.
This was reality.
Fairytale didn't exist in this world; there is no knight in shining armor here to save you now.
The world was spinning around her; it hurt her ears, making her fall to her knees, covering her ears with her hands, trying to get everything to stop.
Harsh reality.
She was done with dreaming about the prince charming she had waited for so long.
It would never work from the start, to only dream and forget about reality.
When reading fairytales, people overlooked the truth behind fairytales, the sinister truth. Little Red Riding Hood was about growing up, not an innocent story of a girl going through the forest looking for her grandmother.
Cinderella, did the prince truly love her?
Sleeping Beauty, did she really want to wake up?
Reality was too harsh for a fragile girl like Olette, she was about to break.
Inbetween.
He was no Prince Charming on a white horse, he was simply Roxas. Plain old Roxas, with his kind smile and blue eyes, she never expected it.
"Why are you crying?" His voice was gentle; his smiled softly, taking her hand into his.
This wasn't reality, nor was it in the land of dreams, it was something else, it was their own world.
She was no princess, he was no prince.