elaine cadson
that day, she closed her eyes and started crying her out. peter comforted
her with lots and lots of sorry(s) and she was feeling that her heart was
enlightened by this happiness that she wasn't even cursed.
just for once, she was so happy that somebody's saying 'i'm sorry'
"elaine?"
"yes." she answered back.
"come, come for me at the park."
"at this hour?"
"i can't wait to see you, i can't wait to tell you more. i will say my grief."
"your heart is there?" he laughed and hung up. she ran and felt the
wind enveloping the nothingness and hold her between its grasp
because cinderella's running over prince charming this time.
he held the last glass slipper and it was love. it was an incredible kind
of love that it was so damn fragile and it made her tremble. it took her
bits and bits of minutes and she saw him, he was wearing his sweat
shirt and his pajamas. he looked scarred and his eyes were red,
probably from crying.
there at that moment she expected a hug but it was a kiss, an earnest
kiss on the lips that begged her for more. in between their kisses
they'd mix those tears together and see how hollow the night is.
their tongues battled for domination but finally she gave in and she
may haebe snuck out of the twelve o' clock spell in between. she was
wretched and he was dejected but negative times negative would be
happiness again...right?
DU LIEST GERADE
that sad fairy tale
Romantik❝i meet prince charming at the wrong ball, wearing the wrong dress given by my evil stepmother who might be my fairy godmother and he kissed me at twelve o' clock then one thing i am not sure is that he took one of my glass slippers called: love. th...
