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If we loved each other, promised our future together, why did we not fight for it? Benevolent days, whatever happened to all that?

Mimi sighed, her long lashes flickered up and down, hair swaying slightly, sashaying her way down the hall. Eyes turned to look, to wonder, to be smitten, to envy. She took little notice in this, unlike in the past, where she would revel in the attention boys would give her. Lavishing her in their affection, their gifts and their lies. She loved it all. She cursed it all.

Izzy never minded, or rather, he never paid any attention to how the other boys would speak to her. He knew of course, and some part of him actually felt proud, to be the envy of the boys who were chasing his significant other. Yet that was his downfall. He never paid special attention to her. Mimi's frustration, her feelings conveyed to the genius, fell to deaf ears. He was always busy, always chasing after the next project, of new discoveries and wonders. She wanted him close, yet he was never there (stay close to me). She cursed that boyfriend of hers.

Days were she would rant to Sora, where she would offer Mimi a sympathetic smile and her advices, yet the ginger had her own problems to deal with (she was hurting too). Matt was slipping away from her, or so Mimi had heard. He was always so broody, so selfish, Sora would rant. Never sharing a thing, and Mimi was left to wonder if that was a trait all boys shared. She cursed the species that made her woeful.

Their mutual break up was lacklustre, with virtually no tears or drama, this saddened Mimi somehow. If she had felt something for Izzy then, and he to her, would there not be a scene? Would he not fight for her, beg her to stay? Would she not be on her knees, tears falling, holding onto him to not let her go? Izzy lacked the capacity to compute emotions (why won't you say anything?), yet wasn't she the same, if some part of her, deep down, was actually glad when he let her go? She cursed that shameful part of hers.

It was weeks ago, none of her friends knew, she did not contact them, doubtful they would understand, would relate. She wanted to be alone, and alone she was, her cell phone away, for once, simply making her way through life day by day. Yet she cursed him all the same, for being on her mind. Curse that adorable, foolish, computer geek that once was hers.

Mimi finally mourned, finally realized he would never be hers again. She sobbed, alone in the park as autumn leaves fell, and she did not like it. She cared not, of the curious onlookers, of the barking dogs that passed. To them, she was beautiful still, a picture of a grieving maiden, painted in makeups and dolled to perfection. Of a decorated beauty. She cursed her loneliness (why did you leave me).

She felt a bump on her head, something warm. She felt someone close yet she did not look up, wishing for the stranger to go away (go away). He did not, she cursed him. Angry wet eyes met with dulled, blue ones. She was surprised to see him, the blonde, Matt. Her eyes softened yet his stayed dark, urging her to take the drink he offered. She offered her thanks, he merely shrugged. Mimi knew something was different, was wrong somehow. He was devoid of life, of all that made him Matt. His face was unshaven (yet he was sexy all the same), cigarette lit on his lips, tired eyes wearily looking into hers. In one smooth move, his hand was on her face, busily wiping the tears away. She blushed, her heartbeat pacing fast, face heating up as he gave her a tired smile (it drove her crazy somehow). She cursed this womanizer.

He sat next to her, smoke slowly drifting into the air, hands in his pocket. He was quiet, so was she, yet it was not uncomfortable, this unknown tension (this is nice). Out of all her friends, Matt was the quietest. He was always angry, she knew that, fuse easily lit, yet he was as quiet as a mouse when it mattered. Sora made mention once, that being with him was like riding an emotional roller-coaster, forever screaming at the tracks that is Matt. That made her curious, for all their time spent together was when they were with their significant other. That caused tears to well up again. She cursed her memory.

He did not inquire, did not ask of her reasons behind her weeping, her tears. She told him anyways (listen to me). It was like releasing a dam, her feelings, her deepest secrets. She did not stop, like a finely-tuned engine, continuing to talk as he quietly listened. She looked at him in awe, at his patience, at him not telling her to shut up, he was a good listener. When she finished, her breathing was erratic, chest heaving up and down, she did not realize it but she was standing, her whispers turned to shouts, she was embarrassed by it. She cursed herself for being so emotional.

The blonde did not react, did not even stir, not even a surprised gasp. He merely smoked, staring at the sky, at the falling leaves (say something). That irked her. Sure he had Sora, someone precious to him, so he could not relate to her problem, still, she had hoped he at least acknowledged her pain. Of this insane feeling that your heart might explode any second, of her sadness, of her heart beating slowly and painfully each second they were apart. She cursed his selfishness.

Angry tears fell freely, teeth clenched, her purse in hand, ready to leave;

"I broke up with Sora."

Her eyes were as wide as a saucer, her purse slowly fell to the ground. He wasn't looking at her, cigarette still rolling on his lips.

"She dumped me, to be exact."

Mimi took a seat next to the blonde, not realizing her mouth hung open, hand already on his arm (are you okay?). He finally turned to look at her, she saw it, his dull eyes, screaming in pain.

"I understand." He simply said, giving her that sad smile of his again (don't look at me like that).

She cried again, silently, her face buried in his arm, clenching onto his jacket, teeth clamped harder. It was mortifying, miserable even, at the state they were in. It was pathetic, she thought. She yelped when he suddenly moved his arm, pressing her face onto his chest instead. She blushed, amidst the tears, and she nuzzled in close to his warmth (I can hear his heartbeat).

It finally dawned on her, a little too late. She had lost Izzy. It wasn't because he was a bad boyfriend, it was because she was selfish. All she ever said, to him and to Matt, were the strings of 'I want, I want', full of her own desires. She never stopped to ask, to take note of his wants, his dreams, of what he thinks. What did he want? What did he need? She never stopped to think about it. She cursed her own selfishness.

He leaned on her head, inhaling her strawberry-scented shampoo mixed with the lingering scent of his cigarette, as he twirled her hair between his fingers (don't stop).

"What am I supposed to do?" He was in pain.

She looked up, sniffling as she did so, eyes wet still.

"Hug me." (Hug me).

And he did.

Curse her own selfishness.