what if you are young and suddenly all illusions of the life you are supposed to lead (one with a man, one as a princess) die in front of you. conclusively, undeniably, painfully. and as you come to see the world differently, your eyes catch on your childhood friend. and what if she has seen the death of this life too, though she cant quite bring herself to believe it. and what if she knows that this is your fault. what if by being alive you have killed the prince everyone dreams of. what is there to do then but try and be what never was? it's better than being you