A/N:Hello everyone! So sorry for not updating in a while :( DONT HATE ME. Anyway, I might start a chaptered fic (definitely after completing height), but it won't be too long? 30 chaps max? I wrote a brief, coarse small snippet of a story in my computer a loooong time ago and decided hey, it's not too bad. Sure, it had many missing parts but i could develop it into a full fledged fic. So, what do you guys think? P.S this is not in kpop names, so recomended characters? I COULD WRITE THIS AS AN OTP FIC TOO!

Once upon a time, oh wait, the story plots of Disney tales always ended well, life certainly was not like that. At least it was not for Aimee. This time, it was for Aimee to tell her version of once upon a time.  She was the reality version of Cinderella, nope, not the one where her stepsisters were blatantly bullying her, the victim and the oppressor apparent. She was set up, back stabbed and had about a little less than a million rumors, all thanks to the work of her stepsisters. People stood up for the insidious bullies and ridiculed the victim, an unjust society prevailing. However, it was not entirely their fault that they had the wool pulled over their eyes. Aimee was lonely and depressed, wherever she went in this little town, stares and sneers came from every direction, some even shooing her away when she came near their store, as though afraid to be infected with her “unpleasantness”. She was burning with frustration and anger, but yet helpless at the situation. Similar to the conventional Disney story, her savior had to come, but when? However, she had not thought about what kind of person he was.

“The culprit of the recent spate of thefts has been caught!” the sheriff announced proudly to the town, and the news spread like wildfire, everyone jeering at the caged man being paraded around in shame. Aimee briskly walked past the high profile event, locking eyes momently with the robber, Ross Wakeman. Aimee did not feel any form of resentment or pity towards him, but rather understood him, the feeling of being rejected by society. Aimee then continued on her way, shaking off the peculiar thought from her mind.

“Get in!” the guard barked roughly at her as he shoved her in the cell. Aimee had recently stepped on her stepsisters’ toes, landing herself in trouble. She had been accused, falsely of course, of stealing pastries from the bakery, a conspiracy that had been planned carefully. Ross Wakeman rose from his slumber due to the rare disturbance and was wide eyed to see Aimee in the cell with him. That day in the street when he glanced at her, he felt a strange bond of friendship, as though Aimee had comprehended the feelings of being accused and degraded. Ross was no criminal, just an innocent scapegoat of his brother’s crime. He had so willingly and selflessly sacrificed for his brother, unaware that his brother could not have been happier to have a lesser mouth to feed and to get away scot free.  Aimee scooted over to join him, making small talk. The conversation started from awkward greetings and to sobbing and laughing over stories each of them had told. All of a sudden, Ross’s voice dropped to a whisper, “Aimee, let’s get out of here. I don’t want to spend my life being wronged. I’m indignant. Don’t you want to prove to everyone that we are as righteous and as innocent as any man on the street?” Aimee gasped in surprise but savored the thought of not being judged and to be welcomed. She nodded furiously as they immediately proceeded to plan.

“Aimee, hurry!” Ross urged her as he hopped on the boat. He pulled her impatiently on board and hurried the boatman. Then, they sailed happily away ever after. Of course not. Life was cruel and one of a fugitive definitely was not much better. They ran from town to town, city to city, a life of hiding. Aimee had her doubts, which one was better, being locked up every day with a mundane life or escaping in fear all the time. She could not decide. Ross never became her Prince Charming. They had only seen each other as friends. Holding on the tiny glimmer of hope that everything would turn out fine like the Disney stories, she pulled herself together and plunged the knife into the torso of the guard that found them in the underground alley.