Beauty and True Love

What happened after ever after?

The spell had been broken

By true love, they said

But this couldn’t be true love

She thought

 

The magic was gone

The castle lay still as dead

The furniture collected dust

And the servants had all snuck away in the midst of night

In fear of their lives

 

Now it was only her

Accompanied by the fresh, new, deep purple lands that mapped her arm

He hadn’t meant to

He had told her as he gave her rose number seven

It’s a symbol of our love he said

A symbol of the ending of those dark days and the beginning of our happily ever after

 

To her

Rose number 1-7 was a mere reminder of why she should leave

But she never did

She stayed

 

Maybe the spell hasn’t completely worn off

She comforted herself

Maybe If I wait a little longer

Maybe he’ll change

Maybe

Just maybe it is true love.