Rejected
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She knew how it felt to be rejected. Her mother rejected her at an early age when she found the grass was greener on the other side. Her father rejected her every time an important business meeting came up or he had to satisfy her stepmother's every whim. Her stepmother rejected her but she did not care so much about that because she had rejected her stepmother long ago.
She knew how it felt to be rejected and to reject something else. She rejected people all the time. She rejected men, more like boys, whenever their use for fun was no longer viable. She rejected certain girls who wanted to be her friend because they were either not good enough for her image or they could possibly get in the way of her wants or needs. She rejected people simply because she was unwilling to let them get too close.
However, in all her years of accepting and passing rejection, she had never expected him to reject her. It was just one of those things that did not seem at all plausible. The way that he looked at her and spoke to her gave her the impression that he could one day be the other person in her life that she accepted. Never did she expect that he would reject her and go for someone else.
Of all her years of reject the people around her, including him, she had never felt sadness or remorse for it. It was simply just something that was done. After all, everyone rejects something at one point of his or her lives. But this one rejection from the boy she thought would never reject her hurt her from the burning sensation of the unshed tears to the dull ache of the cold knot twisted in her stomach.
To be rejected by the one person in the world whom she could accept was slowly killing her inside. And she was no longer strong enough to reject the feelings it brought on.
Maybe, sometimes, rejection was not the best solution in the world.
Disclaimer: I own no part of the O.C.
She knew how it felt to be rejected. Her mother rejected her at an early age when she found the grass was greener on the other side. Her father rejected her every time an important business meeting came up or he had to satisfy her stepmother's every whim. Her stepmother rejected her but she did not care so much about that because she had rejected her stepmother long ago.
She knew how it felt to be rejected and to reject something else. She rejected people all the time. She rejected men, more like boys, whenever their use for fun was no longer viable. She rejected certain girls who wanted to be her friend because they were either not good enough for her image or they could possibly get in the way of her wants or needs. She rejected people simply because she was unwilling to let them get too close.
However, in all her years of accepting and passing rejection, she had never expected him to reject her. It was just one of those things that did not seem at all plausible. The way that he looked at her and spoke to her gave her the impression that he could one day be the other person in her life that she accepted. Never did she expect that he would reject her and go for someone else.
Of all her years of reject the people around her, including him, she had never felt sadness or remorse for it. It was simply just something that was done. After all, everyone rejects something at one point of his or her lives. But this one rejection from the boy she thought would never reject her hurt her from the burning sensation of the unshed tears to the dull ache of the cold knot twisted in her stomach.
To be rejected by the one person in the world whom she could accept was slowly killing her inside. And she was no longer strong enough to reject the feelings it brought on.
Maybe, sometimes, rejection was not the best solution in the world.