Hello everyone ^_^ This is my first little fanfic I've decided to write.. and keep posted. I'm not sure if it'll be just be a one shot yet or if I should add more. Anyways, I hope you all like it and give me some feed back(:

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters

Helga P.O.V

It's not hate that is the opposite of love, rather it is the indifference one can have against you. Hate can be dealt with, but indifference crushes the soul. It was when I realized this did I truly know what the pain of rejection felt like. As much as they told me to move along, something burning inside me clinged to the ever faint hope that one day he would feel for me again.

But as I sit here alone the hope grows weaker. My thoughts begin to drift elsewhere as they do each night. I try to keep myself from going to the prime focus of him. However I can't help it. He consumes my conscious.

They say if you can't sleep at night you're awake in someone else's dream. I always wondered if there was truth in the superstition.. It would explain my many sleepless nights. Always about him.

Tonight was chilly, I had my bedroom open with the fan in it. Autumn came quickly this year, overnight almost. Not that I was complaining, the heat and humidity of summer was getting old and a change was just what I needed. Occasionally I heard the cars pass by down on the street. The afterglow of the sunset was still visible and night was pushing to settle in.

The day had been gloomy, the kind of day where nothing had felt right. A force was pushing itself against me, almost enough to make me act like a basket case. I was trapped in my thoughts waiting for a deterioration although I knew it wasn't possible. You cannot forget the imprint a person imposes onto your life. Especially the mark that makes it worthwhile, like a never ending dream until reality crashes down around you.

I decided my best option to rid thinking for a while would be to go on a walk. So what if it's 7pm and dusk is falling? Depression doesn't stop for anything. Not even for this lifting season.

I hopped up off of my comforting bed and picked up a sweatshirt from the laundry basket. Carefully placing it over my head and tugging down slightly. It was too tight in all the wrong places, aged by years of use. Originally rose pink now faded. Faded like many things in life. I was about to leave the room when..

The locket on my nightstand caught my eye. A memory so dear yet too painful to remember. I grasped it in my hands for what I decided was the last time. I unclasped the lock to the under layer of my heart. The newer inscription written in delicate cursive, the words from my soul. Quickly I closed it to stop the feelings from flooding my brain. The pain was going to suffocate me if I didn't leave then and there.

I hurried down the dim hallway locket in hand and nearly toppled over myself going down the stairs. I needed to escape. This was becoming too much to bear. Heart thumping and the cold sweat suddenly hitting me. My "loving" Parents, Miriam and Bob were in the middle of another squabble. As always they didn't notice my presence leaving the residence. The door creaked as I opened it. A rush of cool waves enveloped my body, sending chills all over.

My initial plan was to head down to the pier, but as the night dropped into the 40's I knew my safest bet was to head somewhere for coffee and maybe get a bite to eat. I passed by a simple convenience store, subconsciously I knew it was near him, his universe. My chest had beat out of rhythm as I left an aisle and there he was, the apparition of him. No my mind was not fooling me into a delusion.

It was Arnold. I had loved him for 13 years up to this point, and it never ceased to amaze me that I could have such a strong admiration, adoration and most importantly love for a single person. If one deserved any then that would be him. I may only be 16 but I'm aware of how deep my feelings run.

Well, we were now in this small shop. As I was now trying to contain and compose myself Arnold had walked over to section on the opposite end of the store. He had seen me, the brief look given towards me was tell all. Weighing my options at this point I asked myself "Is it really worth it to go and speak to him?" Since he had broken up with me weeks prior he blatantly ignored any hint of me. After a few times trying to contact him there was the night all communication was cut off. No longer was I allowed to view any relation of him. He made an effort to delete me out of his life.

An effort not gone unnoticed…

Now here I was, I walked over to the area he was in. Pretending to look for something on the shelf behind him. Not paying attention to the wet floor sign as I hastily walked around a corner. With just my luck I fell, leaving a loud thump in my wake. My locket had fallen. This had caught his attention and he perked up from the item he was looking at. Focusing that attention on me.

"Helga, are you alright…?" Arnold said in a questioning tone. Even while being indifferent he still helped those in need. He walked over to where I was caressing my sore wrist. Not before seeing the locket and picking it up.

Finally I spoke the first words to him in weeks "Well I certainly wasn't expecting to run into you tonight…" I hadn't noticed before, but now I did. He was studying the locket.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing? I yelled then slightly paused. He looked at the locket, and then at myself. Without missing a moment he began to speak again.

"Well Helga, I think the better question is. What are you doing?" He raised his eyebrows at me and waited for one of my smart ass responses. One that would never come. I got up off the floor meeting him at eye level.

Calmly in a meek tone the words began to flow "I was just out for a walk, I needed to clear my head. You know?" and he should have known. More than anybody else.

Arnold remained quiet for a moment, I couldn't see if anything had registered an emotion with him. "Alright then.." he trailed off. Taking one more look at the locket he then took my hand and placed said object in it.

I was confused by his actions but would not confront him on the matter.

"I have to go, I'll see you around Helga" With that, Arnold was gone. I spent a moment sorting my thoughts out and decided to head on home. What the hell just happened?

Chapter 2