A/N: Very, very loosely connected to A Firefly's Light. Can be read separately but the two shares a theme.
Feel free to skip this part and go straight to the story. I'd like to thank the reader who reviewed my other story, A Firefly's Light anonymously. I hope you read this. I couldn't write back to you since you didn't leave email address or anything I could use to reply, so I reply your review at the end of this story.
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"I don't believe in fairytales."
It was one fine summer day and he didn't even look away from the book he was reading when he said, "'S'ppose you don't."
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"I don't believe in fairytales."
Colette loved these books and she thought she could have some entertainments, because, honestly, it had been a rather dull week. This time he gave a slight smile.
"I can relate."
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The world had a funny way to prove things. She thought she was too old for such childish things; she had outgrown princess and dragon and damsel in distress, assortment of weak girls she didn't want herself to aasociate but often starred in the stories-let alone the usual, sappy 'happily ever after' ending. Oh, she wouldn't dream of that.
But in span of three years since she first said that, she had been betrayed, rescued, saved, confused by people she thought she knew inside out, and somehow helped saving the world. If that wasn't enough, she had met real angels with real wings, twisted interpretation of love and more magic that anyone could imagine. She had also learnt that the hero didn't necessarily be a perfect young man with proper morals.
It was all upside down but somehow made sense, so when one day he extended his arm towards her, eyes averted her gaze shyly, she couldn't help but smile as he uttered the words,"I'm sorry."
Wind blew around, slapping their backs as they looked at each other. They were once again talking up high on his mansion's balcony. It was also a mystery they could never solve, the reason their conversation never started properly on the ground. Perhaps high places erase people's anxiety, giving them enough courage to be honest. Either way, she digressed.
There was so much to be said, such as why he apologized, and for what. There were too many that she lost count of them yet she felt there was nothing to worry about. They were all far in the past. They had plenty of time to sort things out and they already had a nice beginning. So she laughed, accepting his hand.
"Y'know," she began, eyes twinkling with mischief,"maybe I do believe in fairytales after all."
There was silence followed with cracked grins.
"Yeah. We do deserve the ending."
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Thank you very much for the long, lovely, constructive review. Concerning the sentence, I had hard time deciding whether to use the one grammatically correct or the that sounded better with the flow. Sorry for the errors in plural nouns; I should've been more careful. Yeah, English is my third language but even in my mother tongue I write very properly, a habit formed from doing a lot of writing assignment with formal language.