• Fairytales should always have a happy ending.

    But somehow, mine didn't

    I am Snow White.
    My body, still.
    My skin, cold.
    My mind, hazy with thoughts and memories.
    Through the glass case that the dwarfs put me in, I can see him staring at me. His smile, soft.
    Beautiful.
    Perfect.
    I know he's here to save me, and though I cannot smile, I'm happy.
    "He'll save me. I know he will."
    And just when he was about to kiss my lips, freeing me from what was a lonely prison, he turned away...

    Just as brilliant as he had came, he left. A scowl on his face as he left me in my slumber. Sadness.
    Disbelief.
    I can't believe he left me there. Alone and cold.
    I can't feel any part of me.
    I don't know how long I'll be here.
    But until my new Prince Charming comes along, I'm alone.

    I figured he'd come back soon.
    And even if he didn't come back, he'd at least come back to my glass coffin and checked to see if someone had saved me yet.
    But my hope was all in vein.

    He hasn't returned, and many other princes have walked by.
    My stomach flutters with each one, but they're never as perfect as he was.
    And because they can't come close to being him, I male sure they pass by.
    And if they slow down to take a peak at me, I hold my breath, making me appear dead.

    I'm still laying here.
    Waiting for him.
    Sometimes, I see him pass with a different princess and imagine myself by his side.
    How I would look so plain compared to them.
    They're so elegant and beautiful.
    I'm so plain.

    But I thought what we had was strong.
    A bond that, although not physical, it was strong chemically.
    Emotionally.
    But I was wrong about that too. I've fallen prey to the Wicked Witch of my own self doubt. I'm in this glass. Behind this wall. All because of me. I told him I couldn't do it.
    Maybe he thought I hated him.
    But, as much as I want to hate him for everything he put me through, I can't.

    I know I must move on.
    He obviously has.
    But I still need a kiss, or one last word. His kiss. His last word, to awaken me from my seemingly endless slumber.

    Maybe he'll come back, just to save me one last time.
    And if that was the last time I connected with him,
    At least I get to say goodbye.

    If that is anything at all.