In that sense, perhaps she was like Sleeping Beauty – not just the singular Sleeping Beauty, but every single incarnation of the character, from Charles Perrault’s Belle to the Briar Rose of the Brothers Grimm. Though Sleeping Beauty had touched thousands of spindles across thousands upon thousands of retellings, reworkings, and reimaginings, she never strayed from her preordained course, and could never learn from her past mistakes. Sleeping Beauty had no will of her own, after all.
Samantha could relate to that. She often felt she herself had so little control her own life she may as well have been a figment, a construct, a hazy and ephemeral imagining, pushed hither and thither by invisible hands.
Samantha is depressed. She’s been depressed for a long time, almost as long as she can remember, but it’s slowly been getting worse. She thought Lillian was her friend, her best friend. Perhaps she even thought of her as more than that. Why, then, did their relationship have to fall apart? Was it really her fault? She didn’t do anything wrong. At least, she didn’t intend to. Now, three months later, Samantha finally has her chance. Forced together on their geography field trip to the Lake District, will she finally be able to repair her relationship with Lillian – or will it collapse all over again?