Unrequited.. By Emeraldwingss
Standing alone at a school dance. I have no experience but I hear it's pretty painful.
You tell yourself it'll be fine and all that, but. The pit of your stomach continues to ache. As your body yearns to unfold into itself. The moment your hands go to your eyes you realize they're brimmed with tears. Then you're surrounded b- ..Or so I've heard
Being in love. There's a term for a type of love that is one sided.. What was it.. Ah yes. Unrequited. Having an unrequited love. Imagine it. Being so desperately in love with someone and knowing they have feelings for another. Ouch.
"Ah, maybe I should go visit him.."
The words popped up on the screen. Sometimes, I like to visualize her voice, her pose, her smile. She seemed to really want to see if Hyun was alright./p
"Ah, yes!" My fingers moved rather fast for the time I've spent on the messenger.
"I don't think it would be very appropriate.."
"Aw~ Jaehee is being jealous.."
"Get such ridiculous notions out of your head Luciel."
I laughed a bit. I liked to imagine her laughing as well. She would have a quiet laugh, noticing this she would get bashful. Even while being alone.
"I think it would be best for her to visit Zen."
"Oh, hello Yoosung."
More people were showing up.. More choices for her..
I knew what I should say. What I had to say. "Yes! Go visit your prince! He's waiting for you!" But. My fingers wouldn't move. Why was I shaking..? Why was I freezing up..? Why didn't..
"Seven..?"
I.. Couldn't touch the screen. I wouldn't.. Do this anymore..
"Luciel?"
Why.. Was it always someone else..? I never.. I..
"Seveennn?"
Why.. Are my cheeks wet..? My glasses-
"Seven.."
It was her.
"Oh, sorry~ Yes, yes?"
It was hard to put on a facade this time. I could see the cracks myself.
"Oh, nothing.."
My small ray of light disappeared.
I could see her.. She looked beautiful, her hair falling past her shoulders and her dress fitting her form.. I felt happy. I smiled. I began to walk up to her in the crowd of people. Finally seeing her in person. Then. A tall man with white hair fell to her side. He was charming, handsome. A picture of a prince.
I didn't care. So why couldn't I move..? I.. Couldn't feel anything. All I could see was them. They looked so.. Happy. I wondered, if I ever had a chance. I looked down at my shaky palms. I had always pictured my hands in hers. Dancing; smiling together..
It hurt because, I loved her
~707 has left the chat room~