OH GAWD XD WC: 417
At the mention of Silvano holding a collection of fairy tales, Giselle couldn't help but give a girlish squeal. It delighted her to think of several fairy tales all wrapped up into one book. If only Giselle could do the same; going to everyone she knew and writing down their fairy tales. Little did she know that not everyone was wrapped up in dreams, singing songs about life and true love, with their head constantly in the clouds.
She looked on to see the story about Cinderella, a story her father once told her about. It had a handsome prince that fell in love with a girl who was treated poorly by her stepmother and stepsisters. Giselle smiled in thinking she would be told the same story, the one she knew well, and so she shifted and faced the young man on the couch.
And then he began to read. At first, it started as it should have, though Giselle had to admit that there were some things she wished she hadn't heard about poor Cinderella. The further the story went along, the wider the innocent young woman's face became. At some point she had drawn her knees up towards her chest, forgetting about the book she had which was now on the floor, her hands wrapped around her legs. Her feet tucked themselves in closer to the ending of the story, and soon her smile disappeared. If her fur hadn't been a snowy white already, Giselle would have become as pale as the boy had just then.
He could feel her gaze on him, but by now her head was low, wanting to curl up into herself and disappear. The story was awful, and not at all what she had been told by her papa. It was not the book nor the story she knew and loved. Giselle felt her heart sink, and glancing up at Silvano's equally horrified look, small crystal like tears began to film over her eyes. "W-who would do that? ..Th-that's not the r-right story. That's.. so awful." And just like that, she could no longer hold back the tears that streamed down her cheeks, and she turned her head away from the boy. She rested her forehead against her drawn up knees, dark hair framed around her like a closed red curtain. It moved along her shoulders as they began to shake, feeling a deep sadness for a character who may have lived happily ever after, but with a dark twist.
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