Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Been gone and have been very busy with life, so enjoy one of the few updates I can manage.

"Where did I go wrong…?"

I, Brendan Birch, had just told the girl of my dreams…my feelings… and opened my heart to her wide open… I did it, told her… only to get shot down with the gates of my heart overflowing with grief. This… wasn't suppose to happen… I learned that…

"Not all endings are happy…"

I sent her a flower, a beautifully written letter attached to it. I confronted her, told her everything, and I waited silently. Hope… nothing more then a fake feeling, as the human heart sees no boundaries when it comes to feeling… faith and hope… but as boundless as that hope was… still…

"She… rejected me…"

Now I sit outside, rain pouring down on me sorrowfully as I stare down at the dirt road. The rain felt somewhat comforting… it's rhythm and feeling distracting me of the uncomfortable thoughts… but…

"It can't wash away the pain…"

I wonder though, as the glances of those passing by showed any pity for me. I never asked for pity… whether it was loosing a battle… messing up… getting hurt… I never asked for it. I can feel it though… my heart longing for the pity that can't be indulged by self-pity. I want them to ask…

"What's wrong with you?"

I would tell them, and even stretch the story, to suck every living spark of pity they have. Why she rejected me… her reason… I can't even say her name anymore… It brings back the event that had been replayed all too many times in my head. How could she do such a thing to me? I still… still…

"I don't under stand what went wrong…"

We've been through so much together, ever since we have met up. My crush for you grew and grew… my hope that you would acknowledge it grew and grew… It grew like a red wood, reaching up and touching the azure sky… only to be chopped down in one swift swoop… the soil on which it grew now rotten and infertile…

"Brendan!"

I turned my head up wards to see Max running towards me, an umbrella in his hand. I felt my heart skip a beat as I watched May turn the corner, watching me silently with her forlorn sapphire eyes. Was she feeling guilty? Did she pity me? Better question… why do I feel so sadistically happy to know she's hurt in some way?

"Brendan… I know what happened… but you just can't sit out here moping…"

I grimaced, knowing full well that my limits has not and has never been reached. I could sit out here moping all I want.

"It's fine Max, I just needed time to think… that's all…"

"May's worried about you."

I know I shouldn't feel like this… She was worried… I shouldn't make her worry… I didn't want to make her worry…

"Come on Brendan… it's my sis we're talking about… don't give up… there's still hope…"

Hope…

"Alright Max, I'll head back in…"

Even as false as hope is… it soothes the pain that this heart aches. I could only wonder though, watching May smiling at me sheepishly, if there really is hope… I can only whisper quietly…

"I hope there is…"

Fin