Author's Note: This is a... whatever you call this, I don't know if it qualifies to be called a story and I wrote it while listening to "White Horse" by Taylor Swift where after which the song just miraculously played in repeat. Lol. I hope you like it.
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Say you're sorry that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to
Lip caught between my teeth. Slow, cool September breeze blows a draft up my bare legs and underneath my skirt. Anxious beating of my heart in a chest that doesn't feel like mine. There is pain swimming in the deepest recesses—- I do not pay it no heed.
I am waiting, waiting for you as the soft drizzle turns into quite a downpour. Umbrella in hand and my eyes stuck, staring anxiously at the four pillars of your beloved academe. People pass me by and see an apprehensive, brown-eyed girl in the pretty dress with young love painting her cheeks alive.
...'cos I honestly believed in you
You said we had to talk now. Like, right now. I ran straight after being freed from my music classes to stand inside the proud gates of your university, under the shed that sheltered our fragile relationship from the beginning. I have no doubts. Today is the day.
Today is the day where our love finally comes out of the shadows, draws the curtains back for all the world to see. No more sneaking around for you and me, I thought. And tomorrow, tomorrow will be the day that would witness my hands enclosed by yours and I could finally say... you're mine.
Holding on, the days dragged on...
You were gone for... quite a long time, you see. Three months, actually. During all those lonely days, my mind rebelled against my heart, trying to break free of the tight hold my heart kept it in, screaming at me to forget you and your sweet kisses and lovely hands and soft whispers and... and start healing myself. But I can't. I wouldn't. Am I even wounded in the first place to heal anything? No.
My heart leaped as the boy of my dreams appear in my sight. I can hear your laugh from where I am standing, pulling a little smile to form in my face. The beating in my chest is getting more and more frantic by the second, it's trying to block my throat now, and all the miserable nights filled with nothing but thoughts of you nearly makes me cry at the mere sight of you now. How is it possible that one person can elicit such chaos from my being?
You have that boyish smile on your face that never failed to make my knees buckle with the beauty of it. You're smiling, I see, but a peck of doubt blossoms in my chest.
Your beautiful, perfect, boyish smile is not for me.
In fact, it is for the person whom your hands are wrapped around. I see your always-warm arms pull back and a beautiful girl of doe-like eyes and angel-like smile appears beside you, laughing harmoniously along with yours. Both of you race down the palace-like stairs of the Grecian building, happily, just like...
A dark cloud descends upon me as a blatant realization runs into me like a freight train. My train of thought ended with five words: just like you and me.
My heart hurries to correct my erring mind, but as both of you stand in the green, green grass and in the middle of the pouring rain, with me a few distances away, time stops as you pull her to you...
(a gasp leaves my lips)
Stupid girl. I should've know. I should've known
I'm not a princess
This ain't a fairy tale
...synchronizing with the tragic music of my heartbreak when your lips meet, your laughter silenced to make way to the sound of my demise.
