FOR: little miss trouble/kara (: i'm sorry if it's not very good but school has been TERRIBLY time consuming! enjoy anyway! hope your valentines/forever alone day was good *insert heart here*.

we'll hope it's for nothing at all

Couples. All she saw were fucking

couplesselpouc.

Kissinghuggingcuddlingfuckfuckfuck.

A single girl can only take so much before she starts to

H

U

R

L

it all out.

She didn't know how much more of this madness she could handle before she completely broke down. February the 14th should have been the most beautiful (other than her wedding day) day of the year.

It was both their anniversary and of course, valentines.

heart shaped marshmallows, candy kisses, bear hugs, pink cards, frills, thrills, bills and

kemp.

Kcuf.

Andtomakeitworseitwasherwhowonhimintheend.

-back;;flash-

It was that first pickup like that did it for her;

'are you using the Confundus charm or are you just naturally

…

mindblowing?'

That was the first time anybody had ever used a pickup line on her; much less a flipping Harry Potter one.

Already she was

.

.

.

falling.

And it wasn't even Wednesday.

He looked a bit like Alex Rider, but hotter, if that was even possible. Her eyes would scan for him during the mad rush between periods, palms sweating and heart wistful every time a glimpse of that familiar dirty blond hair flashed past.

'oh, i'm sorry. here, let me help you pick up those books.'

She was a hazard to herself. She let him help her, his fingers brushing over hers, an electric spark fizzing up her arm.

Fuck. She was such acliché.

But then again, the whole world was.

She fell

deeper,

and deeper

and

deeper. Until the point of no return. The point where it was so rock bottom, she didn't care if she lived or died, if only she could have him. Love was her abyss and he was her stark darkness.

.

..

…

but what happens when rock bottom collapses under her?

Abomination.

*insert broken heart here*

Her whole world is lost. She tries to dig herself out of the rubble, but more and more and more debris pile on, making everything seem hopeless. Does anything even

matter

anymore?

So she stops trying.

-present;;day-

As she pushes away a couple who were displaying way to much PDA for anyone to handle, she picked some stray pink streamers out of her hair and opened up her dusty green locker. A hastily stuffed card fell out onto the floor.

'I know we're not in Professor Flitwick's class, but you still are charming.'

Was this some kind of sick joke? But then she realised that it wasn't his handwriting.

A body knocked into her. She looked up; it was that boy in her English class, who looked like Logan Lerman, only Spanish-fied and with chocolate brown eyes instead.

'sorry about that. let me help you with those books.'

She tried. She really tried. But maybe she liked the darkness.

'i hope you liked the card.'

He winked and walked away.

shewas

...f

…a

…l

…l

…i

…n

…g

again.

hi. yes. hope you liked that, kara? IT WAS MOSH IN THE END, OK?

-picturebookgirl (: