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ALPHABET SERIES /part 18/





The heart goes triple beats per second as the drum rolls with the shouts and cheers of the audiences. You are standing with your special someone on a special platform with flowery skin and elegant lighting. You are staring into each other’s eyes as if you two are alone inside your self-made fantasy land. The glitter and flicker of the lights seem to imitate the glows that have been burning passionately through your stares. At last, the song of the night solemnly plays with a kind of enthusiasm that only your favorite music will bring to you two. It is like an anthem of love, lost but has the power to linger softly through the air. It can choose. But it can never be dictated. How magical the night is for you! Wearing a princess-like gown with a pair of glass shoes while holding the hands of your one true love. The audiences are whispering, in the fragments of their conversation, they have adored you, they have fantasized being you. But the magic only stays to those who believe in it. And that is the fairy tale that has chosen you.

     The camera rolled down.

     The magic had ended. The lights went off and the flowery skin had peeled off. And yet, you two are wondering on that same platform, eyes are talking. Tears have yet to cascade down those beautiful cheeks because you two know that emotions might feel when people open it with simple gestures and genuine expressions. You two feel it. Even though tears are hiding, it will always be there ready to fall when the time comes that overwhelm chord will finally sing naturally.

     You were the one who step down first. Holding the fabric of your dress while listening to the steps of your own fabricated glass shoes. No shoe will destine to be left because you know that you are not Cinderella. You will never be her. You actually think of this same thought as you briskly walk away from that magical but deceitful platform. You are not angry after all because tomorrow you will again step onto it while waiting for your Prince Charming.

     This is how it goes. It was all scripted.






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