AN: Hey there!

So, I'm doing a 100 Challenge too now! Thought it sounded like fun. It's not all going to be fanfics, though; if you want to see them all check my deviantArt and YouTube accounts.

Anyway; so, this one is pretty straightforward. Thought I'd get the angst out of the way.

Enjoy!


75. Rejection

He sat alone in a dark corner of some closet, unable to stop his hands from shaking.

He'd finally snapped earlier that day. He'd finally reached a breaking point, hadn't been able to take it any longer. He'd cornered Mira in the break room and proceeded to pour out everything he'd ever felt for her. He told her everything, how he admired her, how he adored her, how he wanted her… As he rambled on, he could hear himself sounding increasingly pathetic, but he couldn't stop himself now… The surprise on Mira's face had slowly morphed into something slightly resembling repulsion, and panicked, he'd rushed onward, his tone increasingly desperate, until he'd finally lunged forward, grabbed her around the waist and begged her to accept him.

…Okay, even he had to admit, that probably hadn't been the best way of going about it, but still. He hadn't been thinking clearly, he had felt her slipping away from him, and he'd just panicked. At that point she'd gasped and pulled back. She'd reached down and tried to pry his hands away from her; gently, at first, and more and more forcefully when he refused to let go. She'd said all kinds of things about just being friends, how she didn't see him as anything more than that, how she cared about him but just didn't feel the same way. And in his vulnerable state, these things had only served to upset him. He'd cried, he'd pleaded, he'd begged her at least to try to feel the same way, all the time tightening his hold on her, leaning forward as she continued to pull back. He was aware his voice had started to rise, and now she was even starting to look scared… but he couldn't stop, not now, this was his only chance – if he blew it now, it was all over…

The next thing he knew he was leaning against thin air; she had ghosted out of his arms, slid sideways out of his vice-grip and left him to fall hard on his helmet. He'd looked up and around – she was standing in the doorway, looking angry now. She'd fixed him with a serious stare and told him in no uncertain terms exactly why it couldn't work between them. And then she'd turned and left without a single glance backwards.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed then, how long he'd stayed frozen where he'd fallen, staring where she had been. All he knew was that finally something had kicked in – pride, probably – which forced him to pick himself up off the floor and go hide somewhere before someone saw him like that.

He sighed down at his hands. His whole body was trembling slightly; tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes.

That was what he got, really. That was what he got for taking a chance. For putting himself out on the line. You only got hurt by doing that; he should have known that by now. No one wanted to hear about his personal problems, no one wanted to hear about what he was going through. That was what he got, really, for daring to show emotion.

He wasn't supposed to show emotion, after all. He was just a robot. His feelings didn't matter. He wasn't supposed to have them in the first place.

He sighed heavily. Well, at least he'd learned his lesson. He'd never open up to anyone ever again.

They'd just reject him, anyway.


Reviews and critiques always welcome; I need them now more than ever, since I'll be doing quite a few of these.