unrealistic (gender neutral)

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by tiredcatchrine

by tiredcatchrine

CW: cussing

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Romance movies make no sense.

There's always some strange, cliché circumstance that brings together the main couple. At some point in the movie, they have an argument in the rain and kiss to resolve it. In addition, there's probably another love interest who was the cause of the argument in the rain. Relationships in these movies are normally extremely toxic and they shouldn't have gotten together in the first place.

I have never watched a romance movie and went, "Aw, I wish that were me!"

Well, maybe not never.

The ones where they were best friends in their childhood and fell in love in the future can be kinda cute. Enemies to lovers can be quite entertaining, if done right.

Whatever. It's not going to happen to me.

I sigh, grabbing the remote to turn off the hotel TV. I'm not in the mood to watch any of the channels they offer.

I head out of my hotel room and towards the elevator. I'm going to go to Walmart, buy ice cream, and watch Netflix. At least that part of my life can be similar to the movies.

I press the 'down' button next to the elevator door. It opens, another person standing in it. A red suitcase stands next to them. They're typing furiously on their phone, eyebrows scrunched. They look up from their phone and their face softens. "Heading down?"

I nod sharply. They were really attractive.

What the fuck, universe?

As a result of my romance movies rant, you shove a stunning human my way even though I'm probably never going to see them again.

I step into the elevator, awkwardly looking down and inspecting my outfit. Why did I have to wear this outfit today, of all days?

"Uh— one, please," I say. The corners of my mouth lift slightly in an attempt to smile.

They give me a thumbs up with one hand and use the other to press the button. "You got it."

The elevator ride goes on pretty smoothly. We barely interact, since they're still frantically typing on their phone.

Suddenly, the elevator stops.

The suitcase falls forward and collides with the wall. The both of us quickly grab onto a rail. My hand accidentally grazes theirs.

We look up at each other. They chuckle as my eyes widen.

Gee, thanks, universe.

This is certainly a strange, cliché circumstance.