Once upon a time, there were seven beautiful sisters. Each sister held their own identity with ambition.

One sister was greedy. She decided that if she wanted to be successful in the real world, she'd have to run away and find virtue in herself. But the lifestyle of fame latched onto her and from paycheck to paycheck—she thrived on the life she wished for as a child.

The other sister was prideful. She was senseless of the others around her and what they have accomplished. All she knew was the frustration growing up of having to be the better one. It clung onto her like a shadow and whispered sweet words of praise. No one else interested her as much as her own life did.

When it comes to seven sisters, one will be the fallen. This sister craved something the opposite of innocence. With such gluttony, she needed something to help her cope the forgotten memories. She became sick and thought that the pretty pills the medicine man gave her would cure of her sickness. She wanted to be involved and thought numbing herself would make her invisible.

Envy can go a long way. With so many sisters, one gets the end of the stick. She had to stay behind and work her tired hands for the ones she loves. As much as she shows her caring eyes, it will never cover the jealousy she feels of the sisters around her. Wishing she was able to find what she's been looking for.

The oldest sister held a powerful wrath. She kept it brewing within but it will never change the feeling she has for the pretty sister. The oldest sister was brutally betrayed and as much as the other sister's tell her the truth. She lives in denial. All she wants is the pretty sister to admit to her lover's companion. Because the relationship they have of love and happiness is completely forgotten due to the lack of compassion.

As for the pretty sister, she claimed herself with lust. As eyes turn and smiles curl, she would suck their souls with crave and desire. It lured the men in even if it was protecting them and leaving her sisters behind. She didn't want him to leave her. So she had to keep a secret. That the oldest sister's lover was a monster and he didn't want her anymore.

Unfortunately, the last sister couldn't imagine a life without her other sisters. They grew up and all parted their own ways. Unaware that their lives will be young forever. She decided that the insult of being the sloth made her a burden. She didn't know what to do and every step became slower and slower. As much as she begged, the grim reaper didn't pay a visit. Only for a bruise to linger.

    All the sisters loved themselves. They loved each other and knew that nothing would break them apart. Their identity was what made them who they were. They were bound to this for life. Each of them held something different. So powerful no one with perfect eyes can notice. They never questioned what would happen if they stopped using their trait. What path would it lead them if they decided to walk away from their own. Because in a fairytale, nothing could end terribly.

Yet, the last sister reached out to her greedy one. She knew her the most. She begged that the only way to find peace with herself was for all of them to return together. Creating a world that didn't fault in their own. As they grabbed the sick sister, tucked her away into a life of nonsense. Forgetting that her life is a dream and the medicine man will always pay a visit. They don't say anything and soon, the greedy sister leaves. The last sister overcomes this grieve and finally buries herself into a slumber. While the sick sister lives in both a reality and fiction. A curse upon her.

Maybe it is best for the sisters to stay this way. If nothing changed, they would've been broken apart and awake during the lightened day. But all they will know is a story that a sister had to tell. To remind them that they will get a happy ending to cure what ruined them.

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