I don't believe in FairyTales

By : Kana

I stare at the picture I've taken earlier this evening. Without him noticing, of course.

He hates pictures. Just like I once did. But right now, I think they are the most beautiful memories, except what remains printed in your head and heart, that people can ever have.

"Why don't you tell him how you feel?"

My sister's hand is resting on my shoulder. a comforting gesture. Of course she knows how I feel about him. Of course ...

"Why? Because I don't believe in fairytales."

It takes me two more seconds. And with a soft sight, I press delete.

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The End