Her smile is so dull, her soul is slowly losing its shine. I look away and pick up my pencil and notebook. Its no concern of mine as to why, she isn't my princess.
Yet her sadness calls out to me, and I place my hand on her shoulder as her eyes reach mine, "I miss him" she says with a slight frown.
"You have your prince" at that her eyes tear up and she looks down and around her, "that is my destiny" she says, "it doesn't make it what is within my heart" at that she walks away.