intertwined together. I feel her cheek muscles move onto of my head. A smile breaks across her face. The moment was utter perfection.
Another tug. Ignored. Another tug, and another, and another. They do not stop, and I wake up from my moment. A splash of red appears as I separate my hand from hers. She wasn’t mine.
Another hand connected with the hand that was not with mine. He smiles at me, and I do not recognize his face. She stares at me, confused with my sudden departure from her side. My eyes don’t leave the boy next to her.
“Dear, I thought you loved me,” he teases her, and she giggles. Another splash of red, this time with black mixed in. My mind ran through every scenario that would leave me with a happy ending, but there was none. They stood and walked away and I just stood there, unmoving. The melody fades and becomes silent, never to be heard again. “Alex, you’ve met my wife right?” she says, as my heart threatens to leave my chest. He was a classic fairy tale looking young man. A prince. Her prince.