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Diana’s P.O.V.

Staring at the shackles around my wrists, I let out a soft sigh and turned my gaze back to the window. A lone tear escaped my left eye as I rested my head against the headboard and gazed at the splotches of orange hues on the blue canvas. These orangish-yellow colors would soon cover the whole sky giving it a splendid view.

Every day the day ends with a beautiful and romantic evening. This fact had been tickling my fancy since I was a child. Soon, it grasped me in his claws and forced me to believe in love, and incited a bone-deep feeling in me to look for our soulmates. And I being an idiot blindly followed that and kept dreaming for my Prince. Nature had been fooling me since childhood. Gives me a temporal joy just like this beautiful evening when the truth is that once this charade ends, I am left in sheer, endless, and unfathomable darkness.

Everyone fooled me even my love.

Promising me of a better and safe future, making me dream of vague and hopeless things only t