F up Cliché

Never in my life have I looked at someone the way I look at him. My eyes only ever reflected him, but his reflected nothing. For months I've been asking myself what I lack. Why doesn't he like me back? I've told him over and over that I liked him; I still do. Is my determination and constant begging not enough?I should probably give up. I'm nothing to him, just a friend. Just a friend .I started a hobby. I tried painting but I can only paint his eyes. But oil on canvas is never enough. I want me to be reflected on his eyes. I want him to look at me . So I did what everyone in my situation would have done. I gouged out his eyeballs and plastered it on my canvas. Now, he's finally looking at me.

I tried so hard to forget him, and when I actually started making progress, he told me that he likes me. I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. But now, I do. Fuck you and your bullshit. Here’s to the future, because I’m done with the past! You had your chance, now kiss my ass goodbye, asshole.

"Wait! Please." He's been chasing her for a while now, and she still doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. "Please, just listen to me." He begged "No. I'm not going to fall for that again." She said, tears forming in her eyes. This motivated him more. He needed to get to her no matter what. He sped up and caught her in no time, as raindrops suddenly fell from the sky. "I finally caught you. Tag, you're it."

He slowly got up, held her hand, smiled and said “What a stupid girl” then proceeded to walk away.

He found someone else to spend time with, someone else to make him happy, someone else to fucking annoy, that stupid asshole. Thank fuck for that.

He was running, breathless, sweat dripping from his forehead, but his motivation kept him going. The plane is almost leaving and he was running out of time. He wanted to chase after her. He needed to. She stole his wallet.

“I’m so sorry. Your dick is so fucking..small” She replied, tears running down her pale cheeks.