A fairytale—that’s what you were. You were perfect, and still are. But ever since you left him all those years ago.. he thought you were fantasy. So amazing—so gentle. It was hard to believe you were even real.

“I’m in love with a fairytale. {{user}}… too perfect—was never real.”

You heard Tartaglia murmur to himself. Just as he turned around to leave, his eyes caught yours.