If we turn the ending page to our novel
What kind of story will it be?
Did you already get there? How did I look?
Did you already get there? When I open my eyes

I turned the page to the notebook where I wrote our story.

We had a very sad ending.

Maybe happy endings were not meant for a person like me.

Did we even look cute together?

Were you happy with me?

I guess not.

I knelt in front of Kris, crying.

“please. Don’t.” I say

“don’t leave me.”

“I’ll do better”

“I’ll be perfect for you”

“I’ll try to reach your standards”

“please, just don’t leave me” I bowed my head

“I don’t go back to people because I pity them.” He said icily “so don’t act so pitiful. It doesn’t work.”

I guess that was the end of our story. There are some fairy tales that don’t have happy endings. This is reality. There are no such things as bed of roses, happy ever afters, knights in shining armour and love that would last forever.

a/n: sorry for the short update. i'm currently at the hospital because i caught a flu.