People like happy endings. I guess that’s why people never got my ending straight. It’s not what you think. I didn’t ride off into the sunset with a dashing prince to live happily ever after; not even close. Instead the cold air wraps around me as I stand, the rough wood beneath my fingers, my dress thin and ragged, my hair tangled and blowing in the wind. This isn’t the ending you’re familiar with, this is something different. This is the truth.
For one night I lived my dream, for one night I stood in that dazzling ballroom, surrounded by beautiful people. And the most beautiful person there, held me in his arms and spun me around the room. It was just how I imagined it would be, but in my dreams it lasted longer than one night, in my dreams it lasted forever. Not so, in reality; in reality I’m running down flights of stairs, a loud clock tower ringing all around me, reminding me who I am and why I’m running. I was never meant to live this life of royalty. I know I’m being followed and when I turn to see if it’s him, my ankle twists beneath me. My glass shoe cracks beneath me. I jump up, leaving the shoe where it has fallen and continue running. I’m sure you’re all very familiar with this part. I’m sure you think you know what comes next. The prince searches for the girl who lost the slipper and low and behold, I am the only girl who can fit into the shoe. Sorry to disappoint you, but that isn’t how it goes.
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