The way she looked at him, it drove you crazy. When you questioned him, warned him even, he wouldn't listen. He said that she didn't like him like that.
"So, what if she did?"
"I don't know.." Alfred answered pink dusting his cheeks. That was what done it for you, you clenched your fists together as something inside you snapped.
Why were you always made to feel like you just weren't good enough?
He knew how you felt, yet he didn't hesitate to express his feelings for other girls. Prettier girls.
Was that it? Weren't you pretty enough for him?
Alfred gave you all the wrong signals. He flirted with you and had even sexted you a few times before. But when it came to going any further the answer was always,
"No."
"Why not? I thought..." You mumbled, looking down towards the battered pavement of your street.
"You're a lovely girl [name], don't get me wrong, I just feel we should just be friends." Alfred put his hand firmly upon your shoulder. "I'm sorry."
This valentines day, he defiantly wouldn't say no, you were about to give him the best present ever. One that he couldn't refuse.
You knocked on his door a few times, a bright smile covered your face as you saw him through the blurry mirror coming closer. The door clicked before pulling back and a tired Alfred appeared. Oh, how you just couldn't wait to see his face when he opened it!
"Happy valentines Alfred!" You exclaimed, thrusting a medium sized box towards Alfred.
His hand slowly removed the lid. Alfred stumbled back, eyes wide, unable to find his voice. He was shaking so violently, he dropped the box, the human heart spilling out.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?" You questioned, confused.
Say you want me
say you need me
tear my heart out slow
and bleed me
You want me
you need me
you're gonna
be with me
I know you want me too
I think you want me too
please say you want me too
because you're going to