The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

I Can't Take This

What if there were a universe where Sara Lin was the one with painfully obvious feelings for Oliver? What if.... He didn't feel the same?

"....Are you alright?" A seemingly confused blond asked from beside the uncharacteristically quiet ginger, breaking the mildly-tense silence between the pair.

Without verbally responding, she just continued to look down at her lap, turning her head to completely remove her face from his view as she slowly nodded. Though, this was only a horrible attempt at a lie to try to keep him from worrying. But obviously, Oliver Yang was not stupid, and even if he may have lacked a thorough understanding of emotional intelligence, it was plain as day that she was not, in fact, alright.

"You sure?" He asked, voice softening to a gentle tone that she would only really hear once in a blue moon.

Still without looking at him, Sara reluctantly shook her head just as a tear dripped from her cheek onto the fabric of her skirt.

"What's going on?" Another question as he moved his chair a little closer, though unsure of exactly how to comfort the girl.

Almost hesitantly, she felt his pinkie finger carefully starting to press against where her hand sat between them on the table. Practically yanking her hand away in reflex, her head whipped around with wide eyes before realizing her impulse and looking back down in embarrassment and brokenness as her eyes squeezed shut.

"Sorry..." A murmur, "do you not want to talk?"

With her voice wavering and struggling not to break as she let out the words, "no, gosh, I do, I really do, but I have absolutely no clue how to say any of this, it's all so close to just spilling out but I don't know what to say to you..."

"Just let it out," he assured.

A small hitch in her breath and an audible sob are both let out after a moment, tears streaming down her cheeks as she shook violently with uneven breathing, moving her arms to hug her own torso. As she finally showed the true extent of the pain that she had been feeling and holding onto for so many months now, she couldn't even find the strength nor the energy to be embarrassed at falling apart in such a way in front of the boy she loved.

Somehow appearing more shocked and unsure than before, Oliver, after a moment, began putting an arm around her, which she couldn't even bring herself to reject as she had with his gentle touch earlier, turning slightly and wrapping her arms around his torso loosely, burying her face into his shoulder while uncontrollable heaving sobs continued to spill out from deep in her chest. Allowing this to happen, he held the girl's trembling body delicately, giving her the time needed to compose herself enough to speak. After a few minutes of simply letting herself purge her emotions as she clung onto him, Sara's breathing managed to slow and she found her feelings strongly resembling that of a sleepy child once she had stopped crying, and though she no longer cried, she remained in his arms.

"Why can't I just be good enough?" The girl mumbled into his shirt, now damp with tears.

"Huh?"

"I hate that I can't be good enough for anyone.... It hurts so much and I genuinely can't take it anymore. Being unloved sucks so much," she finally spilled out, "I'm not pretty enough, I'm not tall enough, I'm not funny enough, I'm not smart enough, I'm not friendly enough, I'm just not good enough and I feel like I can't make anyone happy.... Especially not you...."

Still trying to catch up with the fact that she had even been saying all this in the first place, he barely stumbled out, "what do you mean? You're... I don't know why you're saying this, Sara..."