Hi guys . . . so this was just a random drabble that was stuck in the back of my head. I personally think its terrible, but my friend wanted me to post it.
So, here goes nothing!
He's happy.
He's happy without me. He doesn't need my love, because he already has another's. Everyone knows that they are in love, even me. I want to move on from him, but my heart won't let me.
He's happy.
Every morning, he's always all smiles when he sees her face. He always sits next to her, always talks, always laughs. They are always so close to another, it's obvious they hold hands under the table.
He's happy.
They talk nonstop, and don't stop when they need to go to school. They walk hand in hand, not intending to let go for a while.
He's happy.
It's obvious by the glances they exchange when I ask to walk with him that she doesn't approve. She's scared I'll steal him from her, so he declines me quietly and walks away, still with her.
He's happy.
I know she talks about me with him when I'm not around. Sometimes in the common room, when I look up at them, they look back. She's pointing at me, whispering.
He's happy.
I stare at him when she's whispering. A part of me hopes he will defend me. But the other part of me accepts reality when I stare at his blank face.
He's happy.
He's happy with her.
Fabian Rutter is happy.
So why can't I be?