My Guardian Angel (Angel!Link x Religious!Reader Oneshots) PART 3

A Helga Stupid Crazy Love

Note: This chapter is actually based on Helga's social anxiety which she tries to confess her love for Arnold.

"He's holding me tight, his hair smells yummy...ohh, who am I kidding? I love this guy! Maybe I should stop torturing him? Nah, this is way too much fun."

"Who else you think has been stalking you all night and day? Building shrines to you in a closet, filling up volumes of books with poems about you?"

"I was the stupid one for thinking I could ever replace you."

"All I want is his stupid hat...and world domination." - Helga Pataki

Your POV

On a lonely day, things doesn't seemed the way they planned. See, it sucks the life out of me and it creates a giant hole or a steep cliff in my body. I don't know why the people around the world were just...well, kinda weird to me. I used to hate everyone a lot much.

Pure anger in their eyes, just like I do. I think my body is acting up weirdly. But why do I hate so much? This makes my blood vessels boil as if were hot steam of a kettle. It gets warm and also, it gets cold. When I become extremely jealous or envious all the time, I deserved to be punished and it felt bad.

As far as I concerned, I feel like I'm not welcomed there anymore...because of the way how I acted. I cannot hold it in, but I have my own limits when I don't feel very well or not in a mood. Maybe I'm just trying a bit too hard. I let all my frustrations and heated rage to a whole new, different level.

Still, it really sucks. The way how I feel miserable, the more I'm not in control or adjust my actions. But it didn't work. As I tried to cope, it gets even worse. I see people have shown no affection on their faces....nor sympathy, self-pity or respect. I read those looks too, they are fueled with glares like daggers.

I judged others, hates other people and fight back my enemies by bullying them in a brutal way. I stand up for myself as I snapped. I told them to back off, keep their distance away and stay out of my sight. Especially when I get furious, it's because I acted nice...but scary.

Not to mention, the feelings of affection inside my chest which it has neither no exception for me. It crushed to bits and I went through all the hurtful pain over and over. Why would I wanna do that? This doesn't make any sense. But I did deserve that piece of crap.

I received some of the worst luck of my whole life, which is my affection makes zero sense. But...why me? The answer I choose will always be false. Nope, I just don't care about anything at all. I know why it really hurts to see me in such a bad situation like this. I feel like there's almost nothing I could do.

Not even a little bit, I expect. When will the torture has to be stopped? Because too bad it's never gonna end. It repeats in an endless loop. But I don't feel being loved or have some kind of infatuation. Says the one towards the person who I am not actually interested with.

Like it or not, I don't believe in such a complete mockery I never got to love. Does love exist or is it just I imagine it? This is the first time I've never had that tingly, fuzzy feeling before. Well...love is something more valuable you could received, than having a heart that is pure as gold itself. 💖💖

That's the hidden meaning I've ever felt in my whole life. Argh...why do I care? Still no, I don't think I am ready for this. Unsure about how to talk or impress in front of everyone around. If I do that, I completely began to lose my cool and feel publicly embarrassed myself.

My well-deserved bad luck is I literally get anxious, worried and very nervous due to my self-consciousness inside my mind. What if I lose to a bet or I ended up as a nobody? That's the big problem. Sure, I have my own instincts that are too sensitive when it comes to making decisions or any options.