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Once upon a time there lived a fair maiden who went by the name Celeste. True to her name she was heavenly. As well as beautiful and pure.
Celeste had everything anytime could ask for; a loving family, she was married to the most charming prince in all the land, she had riches that could last her many lifetimes, and the people everywhere knew and loved her.
Celeste knew she had so much to offer the world, so she donated to charities and orphanages. She traveled the world with her beloved husband and made many friends along the way. She lived her life to the fullest. She birthed four wonderful children and lived the rest of her life happily ever after. The end.
Celeste scoffed at the children's book and placed it back on the shelf where she had found it. Although she would rather be sleeping, she found herself standing in room filled to the brim with rows upon rows of books. She was in search of the perfect book to gift her little sister, Brielle.
It was Brielle's sixth birthday today and Celeste has decided to get her a book filled with short stories of fancies with princes and princesses and a happy ever after. Brielle would fantasize about living a magical life and she had recently learned to read, discovering that it was one of her favorite things to do.
Unlike Brielle, Celeste didn't believe in happily ever afters. She believed the world was cruel and heartless and that there were very few people who were a gift in this world, such as Brielle. Although they were step sisters, Celeste loved Brielle with all of her heart, she loved her as her own.
Celeste glanced back at the book she had just placed in the shelf. The only thing the princess from the story and Celeste has in common were their names and she hated it. She hated that she had anything in common with a fairy tale. Celeste wants exactly sure why she was filled with the need to loathe the story so much.
Maybe it was because it reminded her of the things she would never have; a loving family, which I had once upon a time, she would never fall in love, men were disgusting and only used women like tissues, and she would never have a happily ever after, it's not like I want one anyway, she convinced herself.
Celeste took the book off the shelf and held it in her hands. While she was walking towards the register she saw a journal. Brielle would love to write down the stories she was constantly thinking up in her head. Celeste picked up the journal and placed it on top of the book of short stories and continued on her way towards the register. After paying she collected the bad of the two books and headed home.
She was exhausted from the chores her step mother made her do all day and night into this morning. Her eyes started to feel heavy and she did her best to keep them open but her best was not good enough and her body shut down.
She was so knackered she didn't even comprehend that she had fallen asleep behind the wheel. The car went over the bridge. Celeste has woken up in a frenzy as she realized she was in mid air. Her fear was almost palpable. The car landed on the streets below the bridge and it rolled until it finally stopped. And for the second time that day she closed her eyes and everything went dark.
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