' you know leo, the stars we used to wish on don't even exist anymore '
the early morning evil had engulfed her hope and her shine she shook, crying and dying to hear his voice - to escape her reality and enter someone else's. she had grown tired of trying not to cry. the grass in his back yard had grown tall with neglect and it loomed up around them and their blankets as they stared into the night sky. he watched her eyes gaze into the never-ending darkness and admired the way he could see little stars, floating like sail boats in the calm sea that was her eyes. inside though, she is a storm - a raging, violent ocean dying for an escape.
pretty nights make her sad. it's amazing, all the beauty and the way it can make you ache deep down inside, in places that only the tendrils of love dare wander. she stared up at him, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, and asked for a story, a fairy tale. the darkness sucked the colour from everything, and in her black and white vision she watched him as his brain began to whirl and his lips began to slowly move. into the night he chanted the magic of cinderella and lulled her gently to sleep in his arms.
she fills little brown books with stories of her own - stories about how she isn't good enough, isn't magical enough, isn't pretty enough and then hides them away. she never lets anyone read them. she doesn't want to let anyone help her - instead she wants to hide behind her curtain of words and forced smiles and live forever that way - in the closest thing to unreal she will ever get.
it's the nights like these he can tell she's been crying - the pink tinge to the whites of her eyes and the defeated tone in her voice. they lie cocooned in heavy blankets on her bed, their skin golden under the incandescent light on the ceiling and he doesn't ask her - but he tells her that she's beautiful and that he'll love her forever and ever. she wants to start over, to begin everything again and tell herself that she'll destroy this boy with her unhappiness.
he tells her that tomorrow they'll get lost in a loud place with lots of people, they'll escape and then they'll go - they'll run and they'll find themselves all over again. they'll be together though, he tells her, they'll never lose that. she nods her head as he holds it tightly against his chest, and he knows that all she wants is to hear a story. a fairytale. he turns off the light and together they escape - they get lost in the music of his voice as he retells the magic of the sleeping beauty. he watches through the darkness as she falls gently to sleep in his arms.
her little brown books are empty, and again they are laying together under the dark sky - colder, but warmer than ever. she's writing happiness on the inside of her heart for the first time, and it's beautiful. the place she used to live doesn't exist anymore the fortress with weak walls built from lies and unbelievable smiles. sometimes she wonders how just one boy can change the world her world.
he leans down close to her ear, and whispers through her dark hair,
' you know, the stars i used to wish on may not exist anymore, but the things i wish for still do '
' what would those things be? ' she asks, as she turns to look at him, although she knew the answer.
' you ' he said, returning her smile.
as the long pale fingers of love slowly made their way through her ribcage and into her scarlet heart, she realised she had finally let someone in. she had let someone help her, one fairy tale at a time. he had reached through her curtain and pulled her unwillingly out showing her the sunshine she had been blocking out.
' can you tell me a story? ' she asked, ' a fairy tale? '
she prepared herself for the beauty of his stories, but instead his brain did not whirl and his lips did not spin magic. instead he broke through the cold winter air with three words, a fairy tale better than one she'd ever heard before
' you and me '