I don't even know where to start.
It was all so good yesterday. And then I felt like Cinderella when the clock struck 12.
It doesn't matter that we've got no attachments, or that she's apparently a floozy. All that matters is that said floozy was all over the prince and the prince wasn't drunk and the prince was perfectly comfortable with it.
And that makes Cinderella sob outside on the sidewalk, suddenly completely sober and very aware of the pain coursing through her. But all of Cinderella's friends and acquaintances surround her and hug her and tell her everything will work out. One or two of them offer to beat up the prince. But Cinderella says no because the prince doesn't deserve to be beaten up just because he changed his preference in girls.
And that was when Cinderella realized that life is never a fairytale and every prince that comes along is still just a stupid boy in the end.
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