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Seventeen
My heart stopped.
"June, what the hell happened?" I asked, refusing to let the panic take over me.
She scrubbed her tears away and looked up at me in fear. "I didn't know that he was allergic to peanuts!"
I felt my heart skip a beat. "So you poisoned him? Is he going to be fine?"
"Well not fine, exactly. And I didn't poison him. All I did was feed him some of your favourite chocolate ice cream and you know how there's nuts in there right? So I gave it to him and he ate but then halfway, he asked if there were nuts and I said yes then he swore then he checked if he had medicine with him but he didn't. I didn't notice when his face turned red and his throat started to swell up. I swear I was too busy enjoying the ice cream. When I final
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The Wrong Cinderella Eighteen
"May! May! Maaaaaaaaaaay!"I rolled my eyes and entered the hospital room. Jason was sitting on the bed when I walked in. He smiled as soon as he saw the bag in my hand."You're finally here!" He sounded like an excited little boy.I couldn't help but smile. "You didn't have to call my name while I walked down the corridor though.""I couldn't wait. What did you bring me?" He asked.I walked towards him and dumped the shopping bag in his lap. He opened it as I sat on the chair beside the bed.He gasped loudly as he took out the countless bags of sweets and chips. "May. I. Love. You." He breathed, staring at the contents of the bag.
The Wrong Cinderella Nineteen
We walked into the building with our hands intertwined. Ms Green met us at the door, her sickly sweet smile in it's usual place."You're here!" She exclaimed, as if it wasn't obvious.I noticed the way she stared at our joined hands. I squeezed Jason's hand tighter and forced a smile of my own."Yes. June said you wanted to see us." I replied.Her eyes snapped towards my face. "Oh yes, please come in, Andrea is waiting for you."I felt my stomach churn. Why did Andrea want to see us? The multiple possibilities filled me with dread.Jason seemed to sense my nervousness as he flashed me an encouraging smile.
The Wrong Cinderella Twenty
"I love you."I grinned.My heart strained against my chest, nearly combusting with joy. He finally admitted it. So why did he look so sad?He looked down at me, his blue eyes swimming in tears."I love you too." I said, trying to stop his tears from falling.He shook his head, his straight black hair sticking onto his wet cheeks.My heart broke to see him like that: so miserable, so vulnerable, so unlike the man I loved.
The Wrong Cinderella Twenty One
The mind is a very powerful tool. It can be used to shape the most beautiful stories, the most sinful of fantasies and the scariest of nightmares. The mind is capable of destroying even the sturdiest of towers but it is also capable of building up the most resilient people.Grief, just like the mind, is a beauty disguised as a demon. When welcomed and nurtured, it leaves peacefully, offering its host the gift of closure and solace.But when ignored and left to its own devices, grief can turn even the sweetest memory into a bitter nightmare.Years later, whenThe Wrong Cinderellawas behind me, my psychologist would teach me all these things.But right then, I was seventeen and oblivious to the fact that I hadn't all
The Wrong Cinderella Twenty Two
Love destroys.At first, I didn't believe Jonathan's words. It wasn't until a few weeks later that I realized he had been right. Love had the potential to destroy and I suffered the effects first-hand.My relationship with Jason was pretty much public when everything started to fall apart. It was a Friday evening and we were finally about to shoot the Ball scene. Jonathan, Jeane, Kayden and Rachel had dressed me up in my royal blue showstopper and the iconic glass slippers. My feet felt amazing in the surprisingly comfortable shoes.I was sitting in the limo, waiting for my cue. The director yelled "action!" and the scene began. I tilted the phone in my hands slightly and scrolled through the fake Instagram account that Ms Green and her minions had created for Sapphire.
The Wrong Cinderella Twenty Three
It all happened so fast. Our first meeting, our first date and our first kiss: it all happened in the space of two weeks. And on top of it all: two near-death experiences in two days. I fell in love too quickly and when my heart broke, it happened so fast that I could barely feel it.At first, I was angry. I wanted to beat him up for lying to me; I wanted to see Ming face to face so that I could scream at her for taking away the only boy I had ever loved. I was angry at everyone: Jason, Ming, Jet and even myself.Then, after the initial shock wore off, I felt wounded: my heart felt as if it had shattered into billions of pieces and the only one who could fix me was him. I wanted to call him and beg him to come back and tell me that it was all a dream. I was willing to forgive him; I wanted to forget everything. I just neededhi
The Wrong Cinderella Twenty Four
I don't know why I did it.I didn'twantto rush home and pack my bags as quickly as I could while hoping that the plane hadn't left yet.I didn'twantto write a quick letter to my mother explaining where I was going.I didn'twantto call June and have her drop me off at the airport without asking any questions.I didn'twantto rush into the airport and barely make it onto a plane that was about to leave for Hong Kong.I didn'twantto feel relieved as I sat in the business class section of the plane, hoping and praying that I could find Jason.
The Wrong Cinderella Twenty Five
It felt like ages since I had last kissed him even though technically, it had only been two days. The thrill and slight nervousness that I felt during our first kiss was still there. I somehow knew as we kissed that it wouldn't be the last time. I loved him way too much to let him go. And judging by the way he forcefully kissed me back, he felt the same way.I barely registered the fact that the car had stopped or that the driver climbed out. All I could think of was him. Jason. I somehow found myself straddling his lap, my lips still connected to his. I barely cared about the fact that I was wearing a dress or that we were extremely exposed. The kiss was intimate but nowhere close to the burning heat that would entice us to remove our clothes. It was an intimate form of desperation, of pure need and adoration.He pulled away first. I s
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