Day 5 ♦ Typewriter
His typewriter rests on the desk, taking up much more space than she wanted. He claims to be a writer but, the truth is, she’s never seen him type a word in the damn thing.
That day, though, there’s a stack of written paper near the typewriter and curiosity takes over her. She sits on the couch with the manuscript and she loses herself in those pages, reading about characters she’s never met, yet feel so familiar.
It’s only when she reads the last lines, with tears streaming down her face, that she realizes she knows that story. It’s hers. And his.
Day 4 ♦ What If
“Have you ever wondered what would’ve happened if you hadn’t left me?”
They’re different now, so there’s no malice in her words, nor does she want to make him feel guilty.
His answer comes in a low voice, almost reverent.
“They would’ve split us, eventually, but I know we would’ve met again, and I would’ve still fallen in love with you. Henry would’ve still been born, just to a different father. And we would’ve been extremely happy.”
He pauses, looks at her in the eye and smiles.
“But you know what? Even after all we’ve been through, I wouldn’t change a thing.”
wooden swan week (day 1) + parallels
- your princess
- standing by a wishing well
- we’re not strangers, we’ve met before
- you’re our only hope
Now we’re grown up orphans that never knew their names.
We don’t belong to no one.