If I were only able to grasp your hand, I would never let go.
If I could caress your cheek, then finally you'd know.
That no matter what, I'd always be here.
Loving you hopefully while you shedded a tear.
But then when I lost my grip, all would fall.
And I couldn't be loved after all.


1. Prolouge

It seemed he was already too late when we first met; my prince charming too late to find my glass slipper. The ball lasted way over the curfew of midnight and now I'm left here still, exposed in my gown as the King morphs into a doctor before my very eyes. Then he tells me I'm too late, that he was too late.

That my candle has burnt and my ashes may never ignite again.

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