Angrily she closed the book. She couldn't accept that reality was so different than the fairytales. When she was a kid, people told her to dream and believe everything is possible. Now she grew up and everybody makes fun of her deep desires.
- Life is not fair my dear - They told her again and again.
"Why not? Why did they lie?" She wished she could be stuck on her childhood... Everything was easy and magical. Her parents supported her dreams. Why did everyone make her she believe she'd found her prince charming?
Breathe in, breathe out. She fell on her bed and cried.
Breathe in, breathe out. She fell on her bed and cried.
I know you I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
to be continued...
Playing: Sleeping Beauty (Waltz) by Tchaikovsky
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