Butterfly Fingers-neoHalcyon

There's just no point anymore in looking down at my hands, for they'll always be the same. Sure, they'll be the same hands that were brushed by his butterfly fingers all those years ago, but they'll be empty now. It's the sort of emptiness that the evil witch or fallen fairy in fairy tales is cursed with, just being left alone for all eternity.

I have to be that Cinderella that sits, wishing on a star for her stepsisters' ugliness to go away for good.

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