(WP) No Such Thing

(WP) No Such Thing

               Everyone
knows that there isn’t such a thing like a happy ending, not in real life.

               If my
life were different, if I still believed in magic and happily ever after, I’d
have told you that I had my very own fairy tale, complete with a handsome
prince and the opulent, fabulous wedding.

               But
there’s a reason that those stories are fiction, I think to myself bitterly.

               I’m
sitting alone in our big, beautiful home overlooking the beach with only a bottle
of red wine and a book for company.

               As for
my husband? Another late night at the office. But there’s something inside me
that senses a lie. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s up to, but
it’s not like I can leave, not without proof.

               I’m
bristling inside, and I drain my glass, walking to the big picture window and
staring out at the beach, the waves lapping at the shore. If this was indeed a
fairy tale, I would give myself to the ocean and let the water carry me to
another place, a place where happiness doesn’t hide in wealthy trappings.

               I’m
searching my memories for the precise moment where everything went wrong.

               After
we got engaged? When we were dating? I thought I’d found my real-life Prince Charming.

               But I
think he’d found his trophy. The thought is so upsetting that I drop the
wineglass, and it hits the floor with a soft, musical tinkle. I swear to myself
quietly, then pick up the broken pieces and throw them in the garbage. A large piece
cuts my fingertip, and it’s so sharp I don’t even feel it. Drops the color of
garnets fall to the kitchen floor.

               Despite
the size of the house, my throat tightens, and my vision begins to spot. I walk
to the door and walk out, my feet meeting the soft, powdery sand. My thoughts
are consumed with escape, with leaving Brent and rebuilding my life. I don’t
even believe in marriage, but I’d let him talk me into it.

               A
gilded cage is still a cage, and the thought echoes through my mind as I walk
toward the water, my finger still throbbing.

               How is
this my life? I had so much ambition, so many dreams I wanted to fulfill. I
fear that if I look into the mirror, I wouldn’t recognize myself. When a wave
breaks over my feet and drenches me, I shiver. Would it be so bad, letting it
all go? Giving myself to the ocean and starting anew somewhere else?

               At
least I would be free.

               The
wind begins to pick up, blowing my hair around my face, and dark clouds begin
to cluster in the sky, blocking the sun like a grim, baleful hand. Thunder
booms, and the waves begin to churn and foam. Fear blooms in my heart like a
poisonous flower, but I stay rooted on the shore.

               Somewhere
inside me, a voice whispers that the storm is for me. I wade into the ocean
until the water is to my waist, and I dive, headed for the center of the storm.

               I am no
one’s pet.

               **