Elsa got in a really bad fight a couple days after she talked to me that one morning. A lot of people were surprised about it, because the person she beat up was from her group of friends and.
The reason for the fight was also strange. The reason...was me.
Apparently her friends were talking about me and she decided to punch the living daylights out of one of them. I don't know what was said, and frankly, I don't want to know.
As I laid in bed the night after the fight, I imagined Elsa trying to be my Prince Charming like I tried to be with her. I imagined her rushing to my defense against some roguish brute. I imagined her sweeping into the school after her latest bout of day reporting, sweeping me off my feet-
Around that point I stopped imagining. Because I knew that something so romantic would never happen for me. To convince myself as such would only serve to make me hurt all the worse in the long run.
After all, love is sad.