A/N: Hey, hello! :) This is my fourth story and is short, I know. But, I had the idea on my mind and I needed to write it down. This is sad and, it's not my fault. It's Death Cab For Cutie's fault, because their songs depress me, haha. If any of you guys know the band, and think that the ending of the story may sound like a verse from 'Tiny Vessels' let me tell you: it's not. I thought of it long before I heard the song. Now I'll stop writing this (because you probably don't care). Bye! :).

Sadness:

3:00 AM. You get out of bed and start walking down stairs. You leave the room and go to that old classroom, as arranged.

You walk and think, and probably you shouldn't, because you know that nothing's ever going to happen between you. But you don't give a shit and think anyway. You are tired of being sad. Tired of watching, admiring from afar how his hair glows in the sunlight. So, you think. Think that this may be your chance to make it right. Think that it's time to start fighting for him instead of fighting with him. You allow yourself to be happy for just one minute, as the thought of you two together makes its way through your mind.

And that's when you get to the place where he was supposed to be waiting for you. He was waiting for you, of course he was. But, in the meantime, he kept himself busy pinning some girl to the wall, shoving his tongue inside her mouth.

And then, the sadness rushes back, and you realise you don't mean to him what he means to you.