Once upon a time there was a little girl named Margerie.
Margerie had the world at her finger tips.
Everybody worshiped her.
She was adored by all…. all but one.
No matter what she did, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get him to ever love her.
She never had to work for love.
All she needed was to bat her long pretty eyelashes, and she would attain whatever goal she had set.
So why is it the only one she wants, she will never have?
And does she want him only because he doesn’t want her?
Was it some sad sick sadistic game she played with herself?
No.
It was apparent that there was more to it,
A deeper, stronger bond,
A bond that would never be broken… at least on her end.
If only he would see.
If he would see all the things she could give him, all the happiness she could bring.
Would it be enough?
She was sure of it.
She knew she had everything he could wish for, just as he had everything she ever dreamed of.
Dreaming.
Was it just a dream?
Seems she dreamed most of her days away.
Dreams were the only comfort to her tired heart.
Would it ever come true?
Can a dream turn to reality?
These are the endings we will never know, until we write them ourselves