i don't get it.

oneshot. kinda romantic, angsty, i don't know. onbsessed with number 3.

"I don't get it." The words were slow. They were keeping her away from him. Always. Something she didn't get. Something she would never get.

One.

Him.

Two.

Why he was like that.

Three.

Why she was like that.

"What don't you get?" His voice echoed. Not in the room; in her mind. He forever tortured her sensitive mind. Everything would bounce inside her brain's walls. Running up and down, left and right, making her want to scream back at him. YOU!

"Nothing." And just like that he left.

One.

I don't get you.

Two.

I don't get you as 'you're never going to be mine'.

Three.

I don't get you as 'I don't understand you'.

I hate double meanings. 

Author's Note

i'm neither a writer nor a poet.