From that day on, whenever I had a bad day, or felt like maybe I wasn’t good enough, I played that song. I still play it to this day.” “When’s the last time you played it?” he asks. “After that night in the treehouse,” I whisper. He kisses the top of my head. “I’m not your prince, Truly. Our story isn’t a fairytale. I don’t vow to always be kind, or do what the world deems as right, but I will always do right by you. I will always protect you. Plus,” he pauses, and I can feel the corner of his mouth tip up, “I’ll fuck you better than the prince ever could.” I turn and rest my chin on his
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