True Story (A Borrowed Fairytale)

The Borrowed Fairytale"

sitting alone, staring at nothing in particular, she sighs deeply before speaking

You know, I feel like luck has never really been on my side. Or maybe—maybe the courier angel, the one who delivers love, always wraps his packages so beautifully that I fall for the wrapping before I even open it. And when I do… surprise. Because how—how do I end up with the crumbs of someone else inside a package that was never opened?

The truth is, the package was never really mine. Sure, it had my address on it. It landed right at my doorstep. But I never ordered love. I wasn’t even looking for it. The last time I did, I got an outfit that didn’t fit me, so I sent it back. Maybe—maybe this is karma, played by the courier.

pauses, swallowing back a lump in her throat

I should’ve returned it, right? Sent it back the moment I realized. But I didn’t. I wish it were that easy. Instead, I just sat there, holding onto the crumbs, convincing myself that maybe—just maybe—they meant something. Maybe I could make them mean something.

But then she came. The owner. And she took him back. Just like that. Because he was never mine to begin with.

The universe loaned me a fairytale. A brief one. And now… now it’s over.