My Fairy Tale Ending *Complete*, Lucyheartfillia [best motivational books of all time .TXT] 📗

Today I’ll finally say it. I’ll tell the love of my life, who happens to be my best friend, how I truly feel about him. He has always been there for me, always understood me, and always helped me. My best friend, my soul mate. I can still remember the first day we met.
I was five and my parents were excited. They were going on and on about our new neighbours. Truthfully, I don’t give a damn. So what if we have new neighbours? Do they really matter so much until the point where my mom had to bake a cake while my dad had to prance around the house like a fairy and clean everything? I never got a baked cake for my birthday. Not even once. And my father, he’d never clean the house even if his life depended on it.
Then they dressed me up in a frilly dress that probably made me look like an idiot. It was pink, pink! I looked best in blue, even the blind knew that, and they just had to make me wear the damned pink. And the reason was that it would match my sister’s dress. Ah my sister, the doll, the apple of my parents’ eye. Not that I can blame them, cause I love her just as much. Though I’d rather they show some sort of affection to me. After all, I’m their daughter too. She gets her home-baked cake every birthday while none for me. She always gets what she wanted, hook or by crook. On the other hand, I’ve never gotten what I wanted, even if I beg like a dog.
Anyway, we went over to our neighbours’ house and rang the bell. A plump woman giving off a very strong impression of motherly love greeted us. She ushered us in while my mom handed her the cake ad introduced us, “This is my husband, Wales and I’m Sally. These are my daughters, Rosie and Lacey. We’re your new neighbours.”
She smiled, “Hello, nice to meet you. I’m Caitlin. Hi Rosie, hi Lacey.”
I replied briskly, “Hi, Mrs Caitlin,” while Lacey put in a lot of energy in her reply, “Hi Mrs Caitlin, nice to meet you!”
We walked into the living room where a tall man with a nice smile that made me feel at home. Then she said, “Dear, these are our neighbours: Wales, Sally, Rosie and Lacey. This is my husband, George.”
Then a young boy with blonde hair and dead grey eyes walked by. Mrs Caitlin sighed, not that anyone other than me realised the exasperation in her voice except me, “That is my eldest son, Terence. Terence, these are our new neighbours. Meet Rosie and Lacey.”
He just nodded and walked off. His dead expression never changed once. Maybe he is a zombie or a vampire. Mrs Caitlin, meanwhile, sighed very loudly, “Sorry, he is not exactly sociable.”
Then another boy with auburn hair like mine and striking blue eyes came running. He threw himself at Mrs Caitlin, “Mommy!”
Mrs Caitlin finally smiled and relaxed, “This is my youngest son, Alex. Alex, meet our new neighbours. These are Rosie and Lacey.”
He looked at everyone and finally said, “Hi Rose.”
I blushed. I’ve never been singled out before. Everyone always singled out Lacey. And no one has ever given me a nickname before. I’m so happy, “Nice to meet you Alex. I’m Rosie, not Rose.”
He looked surprised, “Sorry, but I can’t call you Rosie. Rose suits you, cause you’re as pretty as a rose.”
I blushed beetroot red while Lacey eyed us both angrily, jealous for the first time. Since then, Alex and I have been the inseparable pair and my only crush since then.
I’ll finally tell him today. It’s graduation, a memorable day so I figured that it’d be best to tell him today.
My thoughts were distracted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. I said come in and was surprised to see my sister, Lacey, being very nervous.
I asked her, “What’s up?”
She looked even more nervous, “Don’t tell anyone, okay? I… I love Alex a lot… a lot more than anyone else. You’re close to him so would you help me? Would you help your sister?”
I could barely digest her words. She loved him? Then what about me? What about my fairy tale ending? What about my happy ending, my hopes and dreams for the future? Everything I ever wanted will be lost forever. But she was my beloved sister, my only sister. The sister I loved so much. Maybe, jut maybe, my parents might truly love me if I sacrifice my love. But my life will be ruined for eternity. Alex was the one guy I've ever thought of before. But if I could not even do this, society would probably call me a selfish girl who does not love her sister, which is not true. I was arguing with myself internally but since she was waiting for an answer,
I said softly, “I’ll talk to him.”
As she pranced away happily, I allowed a single tear to roll down and allowed myself to feel a bit of the heart-wrenching pain before planting a fake smile on my lips as I’ve done a lot the past few years. I hope I can fool Alex. He’s the hardest one to fool cause he knows me best. And I estimate that I'll get over this…in a few years.

Graduation went smoothly other than the fatt that Alex recognised the fake smile. But no one else realised something was wrong, so I'll only have to face Alex. After the graduation ceremony, Alex approached me, “Hey, is something wrong? You're using the fake smile again."
I turned around since he can tell whether I'm lying or telling he truth just be looking me in the eye, "No...it's just that I'm going to miss this place. The place full of our childhood memories."
He nodded his head in understanding. Then he asked, " Hey, ummm I have something to tell you so will you hear me out?"
I simply said, "Sure."
We had a forest that was accessible from our school and one of the forest clearings was our base. That was where we were headed. When we reached, I leaned against a tree and said, "You wanted to tell me..." He looked at me nervously and said, “I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while. I love you Rose, I love you.”
I gasped and covered my mouth and turned away. I can’t control the tears anymore. They were overflowing. I love him. I love him! I love you, I wanted to say, I love you! But I can’t. I can’t. It hurts Alex, it hurts! Now that I knew how he felt, it's harder to control myself.
He was surprised by my reaction. I closed my eyes and did the one thing that came to my mind. I turned around, grabbed him and pressed my lips against his. He was shocked but he kissed me back. I knew this was my final chance with him, so I’d better use this opportunity well. I then pulled away from him and cried. Cried in such a way I’ve never before.
I’ve never felt this way before. This much pain, this much loss. I said one thing that I promised to, “Lacey loves you. You should try dating her,” before whispering out my final word to him, “Farewell.”
I ran home and wrote a letter addressed to Alex:
Dear Alex,
I love you! I love you! I’m sorry, sorry and sorry. Lacey loves you so I sacrificed my love for her. I love you and only you. I’m very sorry for hurting you.
But thank you. Thank you for making me the happiest girl in the world when you singled me out when we were five. Thank you for being my best friend and my sole companion for these past eleven years. Thank you for giving me these great memories with you.
I’ll always love you no matter where you are. You are my only partner. You have no replacement, just as Kaname from Vampire Knight said. “No one can be a replacement for another. That’s what make parting so difficult.” I understand the meaning of his words now.
I loved you in the past, I love you now, and I’ll love you for the years to come. I love you, for all eternity.

Yours sincerely,
Rosie,
Your dearest Rose

I contemplated giving the letter to him but decided against it. He'd be mad at Lacey and that was not my objective.I left it in my drawer, packed some of my clothes and other belongings into bags and caught the next flight to New York without informing anyone to fulfil my dream of being a writer and ease the pain and suffering.