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Too Late
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And so it begins.
Today's façade.
I walk into school like I always do. Go to class. Stay quiet, alone.
And I try not to notice you.
Or your hair.
Or your eyes.
Or your smile.
Or the sound of your clear, soft voice.
I can't stand them.
But you're too oblivious to notice that I'm staring at you.
It's disgusting, what I'm feeling. This aching, burning hurt, this longing, this nauseas feeling in my stomach whenever I see you with him. It feels like my heart was torn out of my chest.
It's irritating as hell.
You've turned me into a jealous, angsty burning wreck. I'm out of control. I'm falling apart and you haven't even realized it.
It's taking all my will power to keep from smashing my fist into my locker.
Now that he's standing beside you, his arm draped around your shoulder.
He's smiling at you and you're blushing. Can't you tell it's fake? I've seen him smile at girls like that before, you're not the first.
What makes him so special? What made you choose him instead of me?
We look alike. Same dark eyes, dark hair, pale skin. Same cold exterior.
But that's not it.
It's because he's not scared.
He's not afraid to tell you how he feels, to risk his reputation for you.
He's the better man, I'm the coward.
I wasn't honest. I lied and hid behind my cold wall. The one I built to keep everyone out. I should have let you in. Instead I pushed you away, hoping you would keep trying to reach for me and tear down my defenses.
But it's too late now.
He won.
The better man won.
He's the one you're smiling at, not me.
And I hate him for it.
I hate how close he is to you, I hate how you look at him, I hate how you laugh with him, I hate how much you adore that conceited idiot.
I hate how much I love you.
Whatever.
I'll walk away from you as you walk away from me, down the empty hallway, followed by your laughter.
And so ends today's façade.
Until tomorrow.
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A sorrowful tale for Sasuke. I was in the mood for something sad.
