They were aware of his presence,they looked at him and smiled.They didn't care for the scar which his face wore,Or so he thought.
He like the girl in the black,she made him swoon with awe.She smiled at him, with glint of pity in her eyes.He liked the smile, a little too much.
He was gullible enough to think,Think that he could the prince charming.Was he wrong to think that there was a Cinderella?Was he wrong to think he deserved love?
He brought her roses every day.He brought her chocolates,she smiled and accepted, shestill had that glint in her eye.
After ages of the distant admiration,one day he walked up to the fair dame,called her 'Miss', and asked her hand in marriage.Hoping to have a pretty house in the country with this beauty.
She was surprised and was shocked, She didn't know what to say to the poor doll.She smiled and tried to look away,just then one of her friends laughed her ridicule out.
The fair dame hushed her friend and smiles,she smiled her apologetic smile, telling him that her maybe she was right.He heard then a crack.
It was on his face, he cried.the scar on his face hurt, he cried louder.The soft skin peeled away to show the soft glowing skin. Suddenly he wasn’t ugly anymore.
He was a greek god with eyes of human, He was not the scar face anymore. I thought you will be different but alas,I was wrong and so were your eyes.
He then stood straight, and smiled.He smiled his new flawless smile,And whispered, you were right the first time,We were never meant to be.