The story continues after the ending, mainly because I wasn't satisfied with the ending, I wanted something that could be leaving feels, or something like that lol. Enjoy! :D
"Megan," Jared said, although it sounded more like a hoarse whisper from the ball that formed under his throat, nervous. He unmasked himself from his hoodie, "it's me, Jared."
She turned around.
Jared would forever remember the image tainted in his head the second he saw the look of Megan's eyes and her face's reaction. Her eyes glistening with wonder and her small smile full of excitement.
Beautiful, Jared thought.
But it all faded once she realized who, or what, was in front of her. Her eyes terrified, yet composed, and her excited smile faded into a postured line of a smile, being polite.
A bang of guilt hit Jared in the chest. This was the face he was scared of. He didn't care for the screams that ached in his ears from the people who were terrified of him. He was used to them, sadly. He didn't care for the glares or the wide-eyes or the occasional peeks he received from the people neither. It was the pity that he got that he was afraid of. He didn't like being seen as someone who needed sympathy. And getting this from Megan was the worst.
Don't do this, he thought.
He wanted to leave. He wanted to hide. He wanted to say sorry, that he should have never came to meet up in the first place. He felt embarrassed too. Before him is this beautiful girl and he's… he's a monster.
He tasted the salt from his tears that were swelling up in his eyes. "I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." He turned to leave. He was leaving behind an opportunity. And he knew himself that he was leaving behind something greater. A Great Perhaps, maybe. He held up his tears, making them return to their glands and composed himself.
He was a coward and he knew it. He has always known it.
He was sitting outside, under the cold gray rain, waiting for the bus. But he didn't mind the rain. Or the cold. Or that he let 3 buses go by.
He was by himself, alone with his thoughts, thinking about nothing more than the lonely yell inside of him. Alone with his thoughts.
It has been three weeks since his encounter with the pretty girl who Jared met up with. He never called. She never called. He figured that he probably scared her to death.
His stomach formed a knot at the thought of it. He fell in love with this girl's personality, and it made him hate himself, despise himself, like never before, that he scared her off.
What a fool, he thought to himself, to think I could find someone who could ever have a gram of interest in me.
He got out of the shower, tied his towel around his waist and dried the couple of hair strands he had left with a smaller, separate towel when the phone rang.
He left and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
His skin prickled.