It would take a good amount of work, a considerable amount of patience, and an unfathomable amount of foot rubs, but in the end—at least for a while—they lived happily.

Happily ever after could be waiting in a field a mile wide. Or a window as narrow as seven minutes.

Danny couldn't help it, he laughed as he shook his head. "You bit the apple."

"I bit the apple," Paul agreed. His eyes glimmered bright blue as tears welled up in them and he gave Danny a soft smile.

Happily Ever After isn't really the end...

The same as real life, there is no happily ever after.

At the ripe old age of seventeen, Donna had decided that "happily ever after" didn't exist for freaks like her.