Alessia.
" And the big prince still saved the princess. And although she was unhappy with him, she still forgave him, and they had a happily ever after."
Tears pricked the corner of my eyes as I listened to the story. But what brought the tears wasn't just the story, it was the voice, the melancholy in his eyes. It was an emotional story, perfectly fitting my story and perfectly matching my current mood. A farewell mood.
Although he was reading to the kids, I felt like he was speaking to me, like he was communicating to me, whispering some cryptic promises, promises I couldn't understand.
Prince Caspian was reading bedtime stories to the kids, and I stood at the door, too broken to step in, too tempted to join but too scared to take the steps. What if I couldn't walk away?
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