I am Cinderella (i.e. Fairytale)

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“You don’t need to take pity on me! Don’t you get it? It was just an act. Everything was just an act! Cinderella is a character in a play – she doesn’t exist! How could you possibly think that she exists?”

That’s right, she was good at acting. She had chosen all the right words to say. But she couldn’t keep it up forever. Her expression did not match her words. There was no scorn in them. And I knew what I saw was true.
Her gaze flickered. She knew it too. She looked down.
“My life was perfect! What did I do wrong?! Why did this have to happen to me? Or is it just a fact that everything that is perfect has to…”
She lowered her voice and I flinched at the pain in her voice.
“…has to end?” She stuttered, barely whispering.

She looked up at me pleadingly, her eyes glazed over with tears that threatened to spill. But even at a moment like this she was so wilful, not a tear would escape and betray her.
It was the first time that she had let down her guard. Her heart was open and vulnerable. I couldn’t help it.
Impulsively, I leaned my face forwards and kissed her - even though my mind had already worked out the consequences. She would push me away furiously and say something like “How dare you take advantage of me when I’m like this!” I held on briefly for a few seconds, eyes closed in full anticipation of her reaction.

But she didn’t.

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I am Cinderella (i.e. Fairytale)

Submitted: February 01, 2011

“You don’t need to take pity on me! Don’t you get it? It was just an act. Everything was just an act! Cinderella is a character in a play – she doesn’t exist! How could you possibly think that she exists?”

That’s right, she was good at acting. She had chosen all the right words to say. But she couldn’t keep it up forever. Her expression did not match her words. There was no scorn in them. And I knew what I saw was true.
Her gaze flickered. She knew it too. She looked down.
“My life was perfect! What did I do wrong?! Why did this have to happen to me? Or is it just a fact that everything that is perfect has to…”
She lowered her voice and I flinched at the pain in her voice.
“…has to end?” She stuttered, barely whispering.

She looked up at me pleadingly, her eyes glazed over with tears that threatened to spill. But even at a moment like this she was so wilful, not a tear would escape and betray her.
It was the first time that she had let down her guard. Her heart was open and vulnerable. I couldn’t help it.
Impulsively, I leaned my face forwards and kissed her - even though my mind had already worked out the consequences. She would push me away furiously and say something like “How dare you take advantage of me when I’m like this!” I held on briefly for a few seconds, eyes closed in full anticipation of her reaction.

But she didn’t.
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