The week had dragged on, and on, and endlessly on. Through the entire ordeal, you had to endure sitting behind her in class, watching her laugh and hang out with Dave and Gamzee, Vriska and Nepeta. To say it was hard not to want to try and get closer would be a gross understatement.

One afternoon you saw her, sitting in the courtyard bathed in sunlight, and the way the sun gleamed off her crimson hair took your breath away. She was the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. She really was.

You wrote a poem about her for English class. She wasn't there, and you had made sure it didn't sound like you were talking about her, but every word that echoed on that page was only a mere fraction of what you felt aching in your chest.

But eventually, the day to finally show her your true feelings came, and you made sure you wouldn't mess up.

You showered, tried to make your hair look okay, and even went out to the florist to get her a rose, the brightest red one they had, and made your way to the theatre where you waited outside.

As you waited, you watched the clouds roll by, wondering if it might rain.

Time passed, and you still waited, patiently looking forward to the moment when you would see her bright orange hair, and those oddly shaped glasses.

The moment when she would smile at you, and you would hand her the rose. "This smells great, Karkat! Thanks!" She would say, that lovely smile plastered on her pale face.

And you would say that you just wanted to impress her, because you did.

By the time you finish daydreaming, you realize it's starting to drizzle. Oh well, she would probably be here soon, so there was no point in going inside.

So you waited.

And waited.

And the rain, which pittered and pattered softly, soon turned into a downpour.

Carefully checking your phone, you check to see how long you've been waiting.

Four hours and thirty two minutes.

You didn't want to believe that she wasn't coming. No, she must have been busy or something, something must have come up. She wouldn't just... Leave you like this... Would she?

You stashed your phone away to keep it dry, still hopeful that she would come. But she never does, and the sun is slowly sinking in the sky as you finally accept the fact that she wasn't coming.

You keep the rose. You still wanted to give it to her.

She deserved flowers.

You, however, seemed to deserve nothing. And so you say nothing when you come into the house and your mother asks what took you. You shrug a bit. "I got caught in the rain." You mutter simply.

You wont admit to how you cried that night. You had to be stronger than that. And you shouldn't be blubbering over something so trivial. Something so juvenile. But it was something special to you, something important, and it seemed that you were the only person on this fucking planet who cared about romance anymore.

You don't speak to anyone the next day. All you wanted to do was sleep. And so you did, dreaming away all the pain and disappointment of the day before.

School sure was going to be interesting.