So you think life is a fairytale

This is another searcher. They found me yesterday.

Things were usually not so fairytale for her. She never had a savior because she’d never needed one. Or at least, she hadn’t since that summer when she had asked in the quietest of voices but no one ever really believed. But she grew up reading and not thinking about fairy lore, until a fairy appeared in her doorway one night. She followed it out into the street. She followed it around town. She listened to the pleasant buzz of its voice. And just when she started to believe, it told her it wasn’t a fairy at all. It was really just clever cosmetic surgery and special effects she was so enamored with.

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