I am his girl. I am well-loved by him. I am treated like a princess and he is my king. I am his sidekick and together save the world. I am his shining star. I am his everything. But I regret all these things.
He loves me the way all young girls wanted to be loved. He made me his priority. Everybody would say, “You’re so lucky!” Yes, I am lucky. Only few in this world experience this kind of privilege. But, look at me now. Tell me how lucky I am, or is he lucky to be with me?
Now, I am a sidekick who cannot save the world. I am a princess living in an abandoned castle. I am a star hiding behind the clouds. The hero is dead. The king is dead. There is no light. Gone. He is gone. How did it happen? It happened because I killed him! I killed him with my weak heart. I killed him with my coward soul. If only I am braver.
I do not wish for the material things I might have if he only lived. It is not the things to make me happy. All I want is a house and a simple life with him. No more castles. No more honor. All I want is to wake him up and together see what is ahead of us. But he did not wake up. He better hate me from the very start, he might live longer.
But I admit it is my fault. I let him sleep forever. I can wake him up. If I wake him up, he would be 12 years older, like me. If only I have magical powers, I will back in time and tell him, “please wake up!” but it happened already and no more rewinds. Now, all I can say is, “I love you and I’ll always be your little girl.”
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