Trapped In A Heartbroken Cage

PROLOGUE

As I was scrolling through my phone, staring at the photos in my gallery. Boredom took my place as my soul screaming at me in despair. I had nothing to do but sat on a desk and resting my chin. I was at the place where people read their books and spreading multiple quiet chitter chatters around the room. I was not in the mood to read some of my favorite books nor went to this place, but the quadrangle gave me the energy of anxiousness. The courtyard was filled with outgoing extroverts -- even introverts and ambiverts -- chattering about events and gossips. I had friends there, but in no way I had to go to an atmosphere where I had to talk or even listen. You guess I was that boring friend who always acted like a ghost.

As I was scrolling through photos, I found one that caught my attention. It was a classmate of mine and the one I admired so much. He was tall, almost at my height, handsome, and had a beautiful smile that made people fell for him instantly. Well, not technically, but his smile was so beautiful that the butterflies in my stomach kept on bumping the walls. He had a regular type of hairstyle that most men have, and his deep brown eyes captivated my attraction to him. He was wearing a pink shirt and resting his chin in the photo. This man is such an angel, and everything about him is just perfect. A perfect guy that I could be with and a perfect man I would like to marry.

But little did you know my fantasies ruined?

Transitioning to Valentine's Day. A day where your eyes will be bleached by outrageous red balloons and people giving flowers to the person they were in love with. The hallways were exaggeratedly decorated with sparkles and dirty colored-looking-foiled stuff on the floor. There were also love booths such as marriage booth, couple photo booth, and even kissing booth. Of course, this is not from a Kissing Booth, if you know what I am saying. If you want to find me in such hallways like this, you will find the cliche nerd guy awkwardly walking to his classroom and looking up and down at the couples. Yup, that was me.

Many hours later, now was the time of dismissal. I packed up my belongings and purposely put the envelope in my armchair. I grabbed it and took a deep breath. As so you know, I was planning to confess to this perfect guy. It took me long enough to gather up my courage and approached him. Luckily, there are not many people in the classroom, and he was still here, doing something on his phone. I wanted to say lovely words, but the letter had written lots of it. I walked up to him and gave it to him.

"A-ah" I stuttered, "Happy Valentines Day, my friend."

He raised one brow and confusedly took the letter. He read it on his mind and had blank-looking on his face. He suddenly closed the envelope, and his expression turned into empathetic emotion. He looked at me and said,

"I'm sorry, but I have no attraction in males. I'm straight."

One phrase led my heart to a broken dead end, and my fantasies crushed. How lovely that day was horrifying, I had to hide my cries while looking like I could handle rejection. It was my first time getting rejected; it was so painful. It felt I was stabbed by millions of swords, and yet only tears came out. No wonder how rejection can be hurtful sometimes.

At this point, I was still thinking about him every single day. In every place, my head filled with thoughts about him. I cried and cried on the pillow occasionally and being crazy inside whenever I saw him. I felt like I was in a giant birdcage with huge gaps, letting me know that I could escape here; but I didn't realize it as I waited every day for someone whom I can be saved. My eyes were stupid, and my mind was an idiot. All these sufferings and jealousy I had endured, this is the story of a person who suffered from this unrequited love. Greetings to you all. My name is Ryder Dallas, and here is my tale.