"This isn't Cinderella. This isn't a fairytale where dreams come true and everyone lives happily ever after. Please, for the both of us, let me go." ~ What was love and why was it so important that people continuously chased after it like moths to a flame? Even when it burnt and destroyed everything they were, why did people keep yearning for it? Was it perhaps for the feeling of being cared for? Or was it the simple perfectness of it all? Fools. The lot of them. Why waste your time and effort when the pain was so much worse? Why would you give your everything to someone only to be stabbed in the back? ***All images used in this story, do not belong to me. All characters in this novel are fictional. Any similarities to name, character, looks or story, are coincidences. If you are not happy about something, please tell me. ***