"Once upon a time..." A phrase I am certain you have heard countless times. A phrase so often used to begin a tale. A phrase I absolutely detest.
Why, you ask? Ha! The answer to that is quite simple.
Once upon a time, I had a family.
Once upon a time, I was loved.
Once upon a time, I was happy.
Once upon a time, but no longer.
"Once upon a time" means it was some time ago in the past, but not that it is any longer. It means that all the wonderful things that follow used to be, but are not now. It means those things we wish would stay with us forever have slipped through our desperately grasping fingers and are never, ever coming back. It means that our hopes, our dreams, our brightly shining futures, have shriveled up and slowly died, just like my mother and sister. Just like Karyne.
Once upon a time, I had a future.
Once upon a time, I laughed for joy instead of scorn.
Once upon a time, I knew there was more to life than status.
And once upon a time, I had a life worth living.
But dwelling on the past benefits no one. And that is why I loathe the phrase "once upon a time."
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I've put this here because the character is part of a fantasy story. He's a real bitter one, isn't he.
