She had long before given up the notion of happily ever afters and true love breaking evil witches’ spells — the hopes and expectations she used to read in fairy tale books, or the ones she used to watch in hallucinogenic movies, in the silence of her bed when she was five.
But then the clock strikes 19:30, and there is that one love story. That one cheap fairytale she finds gruelling to let go. Her mind keeps playing it over and over until it feels so right it suddenly hurts. Because she knows, reality says otherwise.