White Horse
A Sisters Grimm Fan Fiction
Chapter 7
Sabrina's POV:
I sat at the desk in my room, a sheet of paper in front of my, tapping a pen against my teeth, trying to think of what to say. What could I possibly write to Puck to fix things-to show him that I still wanted him? How could I tell him that I was in love with him...That I was only ever like that around him because I was so afraid of being rejected by him...Of being tormented for it? I sighed, leaning my head against my elbow to keep it propped up as I stayed out the window. There was no way I could say any of this without going back on anything and everything I believed in-without acting as if everything that had happened between Puck and I had been just a dream...just an illusion. A simple pretty little picture to keep me entertained until I finally was ready for love. And, with how things were going now, it was clear that I obviously still wasn't ready for love yet. But I wasn't going to give him another chance to run. I wasn't going to give him the opportunity to move on and forget me. I'd already given him too many of those. I refused to risk losing him again, out of the simple fear that it might be the last time I do so.
"Puck..."I sighed, shaking my head and closing my eyes. And then it hit me-every single memory flooded back. I remembered the first time we'd met, when he'd tried to throw me into that pool only to be thrown in himself. How he'd followed me back towards the house, bragging about how superior he was. I remembered him following me to school, tagging along with me all day long and getting me into trouble. I smiled at how he'd reacted when I'd stupidly tried to save his life when I knew he could never die. I remembered how he'd followed me when I'd gone to save my parents and then saved me from Red and her crazy pet. I remembered how sweet he'd been in the cave-and his stupid prank.
I remembered my first kiss-our first kiss...And how nice it was. I put my fingers to my lips, still remembering how his lips had felt on mine. I recalled the fireworks the chimpanzees had set off just like I remembered my panic when the Jabborwocky had almost killed him. I remember his cocoon marking me as the one he trusted most-I remembered him saving me from Moth...He was always saving me, it seemed. I remembered his father's funeral, when I'd seen the first hint that there was a sad, lost little boy behind his obnoxious exterior. I remembered how he'd helped me get that silly journal back-how he'd helped me get through reading the speech...The smile on my face when I'd seen him following us to Ferryport Landing.
I remembered waking up to hide from him and then run away from him in the woods. I remembered him saving me countless more times...his jealousy of everyone and anyone. I remembered that trace of concern in his eyes after I'd returned from the future-along with the memory of how I'd learned that we were married. I remembered him handcuffing us together-following me on the magic carpet when I'd destroyed the bank. I remembered his speech about how I'd changed...I remembered his reaction to my father telling me we were returning to New York City. I was reminded of his reaction to how mad I was about us being married in the future-along with his jealousy of that stupid, evil little puppet. All those memories of his sweetness in the book of Everafters came flooding back at once-but they paused on the kiss, where I'd woken him up from the curse. That was the first time I admitted that maybe I did love him...that maybe he loved me too.
Unfortunately, that led to that horrid conversation afterwards, about how he didn't love me-how we wouldn't be married in the future, despite his teasing and planning in the book. And the last memory was him walking out of my life to fight dragons-for my own benefit.
I started to write, writing down each memory, not caring if the story made sense or not. I needed to get it out. I filled up two whole pages and on the bottom, I wrote a little note of my own;
Maybe I realized too late how much you really mean to me...
PUCK'S POV:
I sat on my trampoline, trying to think of what I could possibly say to Sabrina to make her realize how much she meant to me. There was only one thing to do-writing it down...well, she'd never believe I meant it. She'd assume it was a cruel joke and I wouldn't do that to her. I'd hurt her too many times already.
I jumped up and stormed from my room, straight towards her own. I didn't have a plan. I had no clue what I'd be saying. But I had to do this-I had to get this off my chest...it had to be from the heart anyways.
"Sabrina," I said. She was asleep. She was lying in her bed, curled in a ball, her blonde hair falling from its ponytail and into her face. She looked beautiful. I should have turned around and left. But I couldn't. I wouldn't back out now. I sat down at the foot of her bed and began to talk, not caring that I was speaking to her sleeping body.
"I lived in a fairytale for over four hundred years, but I never believed in magic until I met you...And I didn't want to admit it at first, because I was so afraid...I was afraid I'd get hurt again-because anyone I'd ever cared about had hurt me. Of course, I should have realized you were different from the beginning. You didn't have to put up with me, and even when you thought I was an obnoxious idiot who would only get you and your family killed, you did. That meant something...But I was too dumb to think about what it meant." I began softly. "I thought that whole happily ever after nonsense was just this thing they put at the end of our stories-it meant it was the end of the road for us. But happily ever after is not something that only happens in books. You're a princess, Sabrina, a princess destined to become a queen. Your own wonderous story has just begun. Your happily ever after is right now. You're not like us. Your life isn't planned out. You know you don't have forever. So you make every day count. Sabrina, there's a reason they don't find love until the last page in fairy tales. It's because happily ever after is only the beginning." I didn't know where this was coming from-as true as it was, the words were not me at all.
"Every once in a while, right in the middle of ordinary life...the world gives us a miracle. That's what a fairy tale is. You're my miracle," I finished lamely. I sighed, standing up-and then I saw the note sitting on her desk, with my name written on it. I picked it up carefully and read it, smiling as I read it. She did care...
I picked up a pen and, right below her final words, I added my own message;
It's never too late.