just another
[[ james alice ]]
He'd been there for her. He'd held her close when she'd felt rebuffed by her crush (even though it was all in her imagination; but he'd take any situation just to be with her). He'd told her that everything was going to be okay, and that he was there, and he'd take care of her.
He'd supported her for all of three thousand hours, then one minute ruined the little wall he'd thought he'd built for her, between her and the rest of the world. He'd thought that she'd maybe gotten a little stronger, maybe she'd be grateful that he'd always been there, maybe she'd fall in love with him.
Then Christmas had rolled around, and he'd admitted his feelings to her, and she'd said hadn't been over him.
God damn it. It had all been a waste of time and feelings.
This year, he was staying well away from her, because it still stung whenever he saw her, gazing longingly and pathetically at him.
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a crowded room, friends with tired eyes
i'm hiding from you and your soul of ice
my god, i thought you were someone to rely on
me? i guess i was a shoulder to cry on
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