Chapter 2 - The End

CHAPTER 2 DONE! I've modified it a lot doe xD

We started dating after that day. He’s really a perfect boyfriend! He’ll come around my workplace almost every day, he would prepare different lunch box for me, and it even has drawings on it! We have our similarities but we also have our difference, so we are able to talk about a lot every day. I really do love him and I believe he do too. The look in his eyes when he’s serious, so breathtaking; the look in his eyes when he’s smiling, so bright; the look in his eyes when his shy, so cute!

But these happy moments didn't really last for long…

“Tell me about your past.” I asked when he’s lying on my leg. He looks into my eyes with a look I’ve never seen before, though it faded away after a few second.  “Just a normal kid living through his life surrounded by people who loves him” He said that with a smiling face, but it seems like he’s foreshadowing things.  There must be something he doesn’t want to share to me yet. “Is that so? Well no matter what I’ll still love you” I said while touching his hair. He then grabbed my hand. “Hey, wanna come to my house?” He asked. WAAAAAA I’VE NEVER BEEN INTO A GUYS HOUSE BEFORE. “I live alone so you don’t really have to worry about causing inconvenience to anyone.” He added. AHHHH US ALONE IN A HOUSE? THIS IS GREAT, I MEAN THIS IS GONNA BE SO EMBARASSING, WHAT DO I DO, WHAT SHOULD I PREPARE, AM I READY FOR THIS? “Yeah sure” I said.

We walked together hand in hand to his house. On the way, a girl walks up to him. “Another one huh, how shameless of you.” She said to him while suddenly looks at me in the eyes.  He didn’t reply anything to her. “Let’s go” he pulled me. I wanted to ask him what was that about, but the look in his eyes were just so scary; I don’t think it would be okay to just ask straight up. Who was that anyway? “I don’t know what’s up with that but if you ever needed to talk, you I’m here for you okay?” When I said this he grabbed my hand tighter.

Not long after, we made it to his home. I was very nervous but he seems used to these situations, I tried not to think about it. After that he told me to wait in his room, “I have something to tell you about, it’s not very bright, so wait for me okay”, then he went ahead and took a bath. I look around his huge room. While walking I accidentally stumbled on to something under his bed. It was a box. It’s designed very weirdly, it seems like it was used for a very long time. I know I shouldn’t open it but the box was opened a little so I took a peek. Out of rage, I just opened it all and tears started flowing out of my eyes.... It was a bunch of picture of him with different girls. They were all taken in a similar place....His room. The girl we encountered earlier was also in there, some of these girls are even half naked with him! What’s going on?! What are these pictures?!

"So you saw it huh?" He stood behind me while drying his hair with a tower. His head looking at the ground, never to meet my eyes. "I...” I didn’t know how to react, should I be mad? As if he had cheated on me? “What are these…?” I asked while tears are flowing down from my eyes. “These are…” No, I can’t listen; my heads very messed up that time around. “AM I YOUR PLAYTHING? AM I GOING TO BE ONE OF THOSE GIRLS IN THOSE PICTURES? TELL ME!” I shouted with tears overflowing.

He grabbed my shoulders forcefully. His face came close to mine. “Ever since I was young, everyone around likes me, they like me better than people who tried, they like me better than people who gave it their all, I would be forgiven no matter what, I didn’t know why was that at first. But soon, everything came clear to me, it’s all cause of my looks, all cause of my parents being rich, everyone around me, get close to me wearing a mask, they don’t care about me at all, none of them know the real me!” So that’s what he’s foreshadowing just now….

“I’ve gotten tired and chose to live by myself here in this town alone, but it’s still the same, everything’s still the same, I don’t have to do anything to get a girl to like me, I don’t have to do anything to get a bunch of boys who would stand by me to fight for me. And so I fulfill them, if they are so interest in my appearance, take it; if they are so interest in my money, take it, I’ll never find someone who love me for who I am anyway…” Tears started flowing down his eyes.

I reach my hands out to try and wipe away his tears, but he stopped me before I can even reach his face. "That's RIGHT, every single one of you, none of you actually know the real me, you girls only like me because of my appearance, none of you are actually interested in who I am inside so there is no point in me being serious with anyone of you right?!"I pushed him away and fell to the ground, crying. "THAT'S NOT TRUE! I....I loved you! You’re a boy who loves to read comics play games, you care about people around you right?! All those things you've told me, tell me, tell me they're not lies!"

He turns his back to me, “I’m... sorry, this is enough, leave now...." he said. I stood up and ran out of the house, not looking back while crying. "I really did love you..." while running across him I heard these words, but I thought of them as my imagination only. A few months later, his name showed up on the newspaper, it was a suicide...A letter was also sent to me, it says:

“By the time you read this, I must have already been gone. I’m sorry to tell you this but… I knew you were different. To be honest from the start I thought you were just the same, the look in your eyes sparkling even though I have never ever talked to you before…but eventually you showed me that you’re different, you truly care about me, you opened up to me wanting to know more about me. I was touched and I thought I would give love another chance… but before that… I knew I need to let you know about my everything and all my thoughts. Before that night, I gather up all the stuff and got ready to tell you that day… But I guess you were one step away… I knew you would forgive me but I don’t think I’m worthy to be with you, not after hurting you so much, that is why I told you to leave. Please forget about me and move on with your life. I know you will find someone better.

Written by…I don’t really need to write this, do I?”

I cry, and cry, and cry, till one day I know he wouldn’t want me to be like this, and lives goes on…

Is it a love that never came true? I don't know, but I'll never look back to there ever again.