Alone.
One travels more usefully when alone, because he reflects more.
-Thomas Jefferson
I fell for her.
Hard.
The way her reddish-brown hair tied in a ponytail with a few strands of her brown locks dangling from both sides of her head—that I would gladly fix—her body fidgeting from the nervousness from the sight of me, and most of all, her jade-green eyes always traveling from the ceiling to the ground multiple times from the tension of the room. It would have been for me to tell her that it was okay and there was no need to worry.
And there was, Dan. The one who ruined everything for me; my chances, my happiness… my everything.
"Sorry, her heart belongs to Ian Kabra," Dan had once said.
It struck me.
She would never be able to love me like I would. Yes, it was a tad bit stupid to talk like this after just one sight from her. But I sensed—she was different, I had always thought. Different.
Different was the key word.
She was different from all the other girls from my school. She didn't giggle too much or show-off on what she can do when she saw me, she just kept on staring at the ground, clenching her fists and never bothered to smile. I wished she would.
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Interesting.
Interesting was the time when we were both playing chess, it was a wonderful experience. We were alone, talking on who gets the first kill or whoever gets the first pawn down. We had a good time.
Not that destiny would allow that to ever happen again.
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Then one faithful day, we met again. She was happy—glowing, actually. We laughed and greeted each other, she looked different from before. Her hair turned a bit into a darker shade of brown, she was more confident than before and her jade-green eyes more of an emerald shade now.
Beautiful.
We talked for hours, laughing and blushing at the same time; when I saw something glittery—shiny, actually—on one of her fingers.
A ring.
My world fell.
I stood up to leave, but she trudged my jacket to stay and keep talking but then, she saw what I was looking at.
She released the helm of my jacket, covered her mouth with one hand and lowered her head. "Sorry," she whispered to me. But I knew it wasn't enough.
It's like what I said before: Not that destiny would allow that to ever happen again.
I was meant to be alone.
A/N: This is a drabble. This is just a little drabble before exams next week. :3 So, basically, this is in Kurt's POV. Guess who's Amy engaged to. XD
Hope you'll like it. :)
-Kaye Nightshade