I'm strong. I'm strong. I'm strong.
This is my raw, emotional journey, and the two men who attempt to mend my fragile innocence.
I learned from an early age that monsters are real. They don't lurk beneath the bed, instead, they hide in plain sight. When I ran, I thought I was free, but monsters never die quite that easy.
The two princes who eased my pain, healed my wounds, and stole my heart may have showed me love, but my monster returned, and that's when the fairytale ended.
Can I save what little of myself I have left? Or will the monster take that too?