This is what she gets for letting her heart get tangled up in his web of beautifully dressed up lies. Although her mind was telling her to be cautious, she wanted so badly to believe he really did change for the better that she shut off the warning signs. The luminous light of reason was shut out by the darkness of the night he charmed her within. The danger lurks in our dreams, and she was a dreamer - he was her ashen dream. He swept her off her feet, his alluring enchantment that of a prince. She fell for him, fell believing he would catch her because he was falling too - or so she thought. In reality, he was back to his childish games he played only a year before, and she fell into every trap he set. He is the magician of love, the master of trickery.
It's funny how blind you become when your heart shuts of the warning signs that your mind fights to keep alive. If she ever had to choose though, she'd pick the fool anyday; she'll have no regrets because she was no swindler. As for 'the prince,' he'll be trapped in an everlasting hurricane of forever seventeen.
Your flame just burned out, and ashes aren't so captivating.
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