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Ridiculous
"Damn," I whispered, walking fast enough for people to think I was running. I didn't feel rain wetting my hair, but I could've sworn it was raining. I guess it must've stopped a while ago. I didn't care enough to notice, anyway.
[What's your name?]
[I-I'm Lucy. Lucy Heartfillia... S-Senpai..]
[Hey, don't be so nervous, I won't bite.]
[Y-Yes!]
[Geez, what did I just say?]
"Damn," I whispered, clenching my fists. That darn meeting that started it all. I wonder if I pretended to be deaf and simply didn't respond, all of this shit would happen. I hate him. I do, I really do.
[This is my girlfriend, of course she's nice!]
[S-Sting…]
[Aw, what're you bein all embarrassed for?]
"Damn," I whispered, this time the words barely escaped my mouth. I gritted my teeth. I shouldn't cry; he's not worth it. This is just a little heartbreak. Like a booger compared to all the other heartbreaks I'll have to go trough in the future. In a while, I'll move on. I'll find someone else.
[Hey, Lucy?]
[Mm?]
[Other guys might bring flowers and chocolates, but...]
[...Yeah?]
[I'll bring you fish, what about that?]
[Wh-What?!]
[It'll be alive and slippery and squishy, trying to breathe on your arms.]
[Sting!]
"Da...mn..." I forced out the words. I couldn't lie to myself any longer. I stopped walking and shrunk to my knees. I silently cursed at every tear that dared to fall. I hated him for being ridiculous. I hated him for being sweet. I hated him for knowing his good looks. I hated all of him. But most of all, I hated myself for loving him.
It hurt, because I took all the sweet words he said, all his silent comforting actions, all his lovely bullshit. It hurt, because I trusted every promise he whispered, got comfy with all his actions, loved his whole being. It hurt, because I loved him. It hurt, because he wasn't there.
I slammed my door shut, quiet enough so no one would hear. I threw my wet clothes to the floor and myself to the bed. The pillow was strangely warm, but it wasn't as warm as his arms. I lost myself to my pillow and screamed, knowing the pillow will steal my ridiculous sound.
I knew my muffled voice was irritating, but I couldn't stop. I knew love could hurt this bad, so why did I do it anyway? I snuggled closer to my pillow and held my chest. It hurt. He said he's sad when I'm sad, and happy when I'm happy, so why wasn't he there?
Maybe because if we were together,
I wouldn't be sad.
That's right. There's just something about him. Maybe it's that ridiculous puppy face he has that makes me wanna be in my knees apologizing when I see it. Or maybe it's that enchanting smile that automatically turns my frown upside down. Or maybe it wasn't about facial expressions. Maybe it's the way he holds my hand tenderly, and how warm they were. Maybe it's the way he apologizes, with his voice basically screaming he was truly sorry. I just couldn't stay mad at that cocky grinning bastard.
I held up my phone and stared at it. With what happened, the obvious reasonable thing I should've done was delete all of our texts and photos. My hands trembled. I always hated deleting texts and pictures, it was like deleting memories, deleting parts of me, and even though it sounds cheesy, it's just sad.
Looking at our texts, I still remember my feeling when receiving that message suddenly. I could still feel how my heart pounded so fastly just saying it 'hurt' wouldn't cover it. I still remember that idiotic, goody smile that spreads across my face as I typed those words. I still remember the excitement knowing you were waiting for me to reply, I still remember the disappointment you haven't text back yet.
Looking at our pictures, I still remember how your hands trembled as you held the camera up. Really, just how nervous were you? We tried to re-do it a couple of times but they all came out blurry. I remember the same idiotic, big, nervous smile plastered on our faces as you clicked the button. I remember you saying you couldn't do it the way you usually do, since I wasn't just your friend.
Looking at pictures of only you, I remembered how you frowned and said you didn't want me saving photos of you in ridiculous poses. I also remembered how I teased you about wearing the itchy sweater your grandmother gave you. I remembered you taking a selfie using your little sister's bra because I dared you to. You really were a dumbass, you know?!
Despite me always complaining about how you act, teasing you every time you get a haircut, mocking you about every single little thing you do, I really...
I..
I know it's ridiculous, and cheesy, but I..
I really did loved you.
I AM SO SO SORRY FOR MAKING YET ANOTHER STORY BUT I PROMISE I'LL GET TO UPDATING THE OTHERS LATER! I just, I had this idea, and thought about Sticy, and I was like, DAYM!
It's gonna be my first Sticy fic, so well, it's always nice to try something new! It might get confusing on the later chapters, but, eheh! Anyway, this is just a prologue so of course it's short! The next chapter is gonna be longer! ... I hope...
Was this prologue confusing? I'm sorry if it was, I promise it'll make sense more as the story progresses. Did I portray heartbreak well enough? I probably didn't. Well, I don't really have much experien-*bro covers my mouth*
OH YEAH! I made a sad, sad fic about Lucy and Natsu in my other account, so please check that out! Maybe you have nothing better to do, or maybe you love me, or maybe you'll be able to relate to it! *hint hint* *wink wink* You can check out the story, it's called "Signed, Lucy" by RinnyRinRinArmy, my other account. You can find it by searching for it, or check it out from my favorite stories page.
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Skye