Read this from a friend’s Tumblr post. Reposted this in the hope of you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.
There was once a girl who was called a Witch by everyone around her. She was full of mischief, would prefer to play with the boys running in the field than pretend she enjoys playing Barbie with other girls. She doesn’t care if she receives scorns from other people; how low people look at her because she was the daughter of the land’s Tyrant.
What’s important is that her best friend understands her, the Princess. Everyone loves the Princess, she was demure, she was elegant. The epitome of femininity. Everyone wonders why she keeps befriending the Witch. That fact gives more credit to her. She was always the first in class and the Witch only comes second. The Witch doesn’t mind as for her, it wasn’t a competition.
One spring day, a Prince came to their land. He was almost perfect. He plays ball, strikes the guitar melodiously and sings to everyone’s soul. The Witch fell in love with him but thinking she was not yet fit to be the Prince’s lady, she got contented being his buddy. With her boyish nature, it was not that difficult to get along with the Prince and his comrades. She pretended to be the best buddy in front of him.
This was not a secret to the Princess. The Witch was the most honest with the Princess. The Princess clearly knows what the Witch really feels for the Prince. She was always there for the Witch; listening to the Witch’s heart fluttering moments with the Prince.
The silent adoration didn’t go unnoticed. With everyone always keeping a close look at the Witch, waiting for the moment she would let down her guard and they can attack, the truth about the Witch’s feelings spread like wild fire. To which the Witch didn’t deny. Having a lot of moments with the Prince, she was confident enough that the Prince also feels the same.
But winter came, the Prince and the Witch had a petty fight. It was just because this time the Witch wants to feel how their friendship, or whatever they have, is for the Prince. She watched from afar when the Prince went to the Princess and asked for her number. With the Princess always informed, the Witch was confident the Prince went to the Princess to get some advice on how he could make up with the Witch.
BUT HOW SHE WAS SO WRONG
Next day came, there was an indescribable feeling the Prince’s comrades’ quiet chatting and eye signals give the Witch. She took it as the Prince was planning something to approach her. But then she saw the Princess talking with the Joker, having that same eerie silence and eye signals. The Witch put aside that odd feeling and made herself cheerful before approaching the Princess.
However, it was time to move to another place. Finally not able to stand the Princess’ silence, she asked what’s wrong. The Princess just shook her head. The witch was about to press more but she was called by the Prince’s comrades.
That odd feeling was like ball and chain, trying to stop her from an inevitable death. She looked for the Prince among his friends but there he was in the corner, a bit distant from them. As if it wasn’t odd enough, he avoids looking at the witch.
Then one comrade held the Witch’s hand. Looking at the Witch in the eye, he asked “Do you know the latest news?” to which the Witch replied yes. She was thinking of another gossip thinking they were having the same latest news. Her response clearly made the comrade confused. Glancing at the Prince, he looked back at her “Do we have the same news?” to which the Witch slowly nodded, now having second thoughts if they share the same news.
Not letting go of her hand, the comrade continued “Do you know that the Prince…”
“Is courting the Princess?”
Everyone was shocked. Even the Witch herself. She did not know how she was able to finish the comrade’s sentence. Heart pounding, she was trying not to listen to the confirmation.
The comrade continued, looking at the Prince “She knows already. What are you worried about?” then looking back at the Witch “How did you know?”
The Witch just shrugged her shoulders. She really doesn’t know. Then slowly, she went back to the Princess. Seeing her worried face, the Witch tried to smile. ”Why didn’t you tell me he likes you?” and she delivered it with a playful hit on the shoulder. The Princess kept silent. The Witch just sat beside her. Yes, she was smiling but her soul seemed to drift away.
She pretended she was okay the whole time but when she came back home, she cried in the Tyrant’s arms. ”Mother, why can’t it be me just this once?” She had given everything to the Princess. The fame, the support, good grades.
The next day came and the Witch pretended everything was okay. Afraid that if she resists this possible union, the people around her wouldn’t be so accepting of a Prince-Witch pairing. She was in a world where a witch trying to be the princess is a big sin. For them, there is only one Princess and there has to be a Witch for a princess to exist. Her last silent hope was for the Princess to reject the Prince
Again, SHE WAS WRONG. On the day of the Prince’s birthday, the Princess gave her sweetest ‘yes’ and they become the Barbie and Ken of everybody. The perfect match. With everyone thinking that way, the Witch painfully tried to accept there will be no happy ending for a Witch and a Prince. There was a reason why she was the Witch. Sadly, the Princess did not do anything to make the Witch feel better. As if forgotten, the Witch was thrown out of her life the moment the Prince confessed his feelings.
The Witch tried to distance herself. She tried to cut every painful thing that would remind her of her ‘Witch’ past. Even with the advanced technology she did not dare continue communication with the Princess. Her door is not closed for a reconciliation with the Princess. Just that this time, she wants her to make the move for their friendship. Be the one to approach her first.
With a fresh start, she hopes that one day she will be the princess and meet that prince rightfully meant for her.Seven years passed, her hope slowly waning, a news came.
The Prince. The Princess. Getting married.
A Sudden Rush of Thoughts 