The first time I heard the Snow White story, I thought it strange how the Prince who had just met the heroine kissed her out of nowhere.      

That said, if Snow White looked anything like Shizue, that might explain why.      

Shizue was so beautiful that anybody with eyes would feel that spark of love at first sight. Renowned as our high school’s Madonna and star of the Drama Club, today also, she had the audience at her palms.

Her Snow White for the cultural festival had oozed grace from the first act itself.      

Then, at last, she bit into the apple, died, and was placed in a coffin. It was my turn, the Prince, to take the stage.      

I had to kiss her.      

This brought me to the day earlier when I had confessed to Shizue. Her reaction then surprised me, understandably. Because even in this day and age, a girl’s romantic feeling toward another girl is strange.

Shizue didn’t accept my feelings, but neither did she reject me. She said she would think about it.      

That led us to now. I, the Prince next to the coffin Shizue lay in. Even when sleeping, she still looked her fairest. The awkward feeling from the day before aside, I had a role to play.        

I went for a kiss on her cheek—

However, something in my brain turned me to kiss her lips instead. I didn’t even notice my doing so until I felt her hot breath on my cheek.        

The audience greeted Shizue’s sitting up with thunderous applause.        

But by then, I could hear only the sound of her breathing hard. Her eyes grew as large as two beads, and her cheeks turned deep pink.