I looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. A monster. A demon, who does nothing but to hurt you, making you cry. Cold amber eyes stared back at me, I'm so stupid. Hopeless. All I did is to mess up everything. Things just don't work exactly what I expect them to be. Now you're leaving me because I drove you away and it's my fucking fault. You had enough. You said you're sick of everything, of me. And I can't blame you for that. I do selfish things. And I can't deny the fact that I am the wrong person for you.

I know you can live without me but how can I, without you in my side. I miss you already. I love you way too much its driving me crazy. Please come back. I don't want you to leave.

I regret everything that has happened between us. Loving you was the greatest mistake I ever did in my life. I was so stupid and naïve to believe that you actually care about me. In the end you are just one of them; Pretenders. It was nothing but a great pretend; a trap for someone like me who doesn't know what it really feels like to be cared for. You made me believe that someone like me has a chance to be loved; a person who is a world away from you, I was so foolish that I believed you.

I can live without you in my life. And the memories of you in my head, I will forget them, all of them, because it hurts too much every time I remember you. And I'm tired of being hurt. I want to grow up.

I found myself walking towards your favourite coffee shop. I just stood there outside, contemplating if I'd come in or not. People started to take notice of me and that's when I reached for the door and headed inside. The scent of coffee and sweets engulfed the air as I walked in. I looked around half hoping I'd see you sipping your coffee at your usual table. My heart raced when I caught a glimpse of you in the corner, alone and lost in thought, looking at the lonely streets. I mustered up the courage and walked towards you, slowly. I stopped and frown, you're crying, dribbles of tears make its way down your cheeks. I averted my eyes, not standing seeing you cry I walked away.

All alone, I can't help but to feel a little emotional and tears began to swell up. I sighed, I guess coming to this place is one of the bad choices I made, I thought. Sipping my coffee I keep staring at the streets. It's so deserted and quiet, so lonely. Like me. Moving on is not easy as I thought it would be. Everywhere, there are you, haunting me as if you're telling me that I can never forget. But I will prove you wrong because time is there and it will help me heal this wound. This will be the last time that I'll cry, this time things will be different.

Seeing you cry rips my heart. Remorse settles in my stomach. I kept walking not really knowing where I'd end up. The image of you that I saw back in the café keeps popping in my head. I looked up and whispered to myself, "it feels like the heavens have fallen". Then all of a sudden something hit my head not only once but several times. I touched my head and felt something slimy, it smells of rotten apple and my clothes are all stained because of it. Then I heard someone screaming, "I hate you, get lost" and it seems like the person shouting is referring to me. Taken aback from what I heard I couldn't move from the spot and the words she screamed only added salt to my injury. Gathering my composure I look at the direction where could the smelly rotten apples are coming from. I glanced around then saw someone standing at the hill still shouting those words over and over as she keeps throwing apples at my direction. I was about to call out to that person when something hit me again but this time it's no longer the slimy and foul smelling rotten apples, it's raining cans of half filled root beers and rotten apples and I'm the sole victim of it. As the street lights began to light up, a silhouette of a woman begin to take form but the throwing didn't stop. Stained and wet, scented with rotten apples and root beer I walked towards the figure, dodging the objects still thrown at my direction.

Damn it! Just after my resolve of forgetting you and moving on, I walked out from the café and the scene before me hit me like a tidal wave. You, wrapping your arms around that woman made the memories and pain slapped me hard on the face all over again. Seeing you in that state made me realize how stupid I am to even shed a tear for someone like you.

Still fuming and angry over myself I bought all the beers I could afford. Thinking of a place where I could get this all out, I walked toward the park while chugging down beers along the way.

Ah! A perfect spot, I said out loud. Blurrily, I picked up some rotten apples lying in the ground and thank the apple tree for it. Looking at the rotten apples I smirked, like this apple, you are rotten, good for nothing and deserves to be thrown away, like this!, flinging the apple towards the lake. Still not satisfied with one throw I keep throwing the apples lying on the ground.

"I hate you, get lost", I screamed. Having run out of rotten apples I picked the cans of beer I half finished and started throwing again. My arm started to ache but I didn't stop, the lights in the park started to flicker to life when all of a sudden someone spoke.

The weather forecast didn't predicted that it will rain of rotten apples and cans of beers today, if they did I wouldn't have end up like this, it said coolly.

I squint at the person but it didn't help at all, my eyes are too hazy to see clearly because of the alcohol. But judging from the voice it sounds like a man but why does it have a long hair? Maybe this person walking towards me is one of those people… a gay.