Prompts

Tears

* !Author's Note! * 

This is the prompt: 

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"I was drinking and with no warning or reasoning, I just burst into tears. I think that's when I realized that I feel a lot more lonely than I let people think. I didn't know what 'it' was, but I was missing it desperately." - an excerpt from a book ill never write (via ehmehgee)

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!Warnings/Triggers!

Warnings: 

THIS IS WHAT I THOUGHT OF AFTER READING THE PROMPT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO UNDERSTAND WHY IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT PLEASE MOVE ON :)

Trigger:

None! <3

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* !Author's Note Over!*

"Do you ever think about her?" They asked softly.

I laughed. "Why would I think about her? I have them. And she's just a friend anyway."

They looked down at the table in front of them, softly tapping their fingers rhythmically on previously mentioned table. "Just because you two are "just friends" doesn't mean that your feelings magically went away." They put air quotes around "just friends" and looked up at me as they finished their statement.

I scoffed. "How- I-" I cleared my throat. "We're friends. Therefore I do not have feelings for her. End of story."

"I don't think you really have feelings for them either." Their eyes stayed locked on mine.

"Excuse me?"

"You never wanted them as much as you wanted her. And now that you don't have a chance with her you think that trying to put your feelings onto them is going to help you but in reality if she said she wanted you, you would leave them in an instant. You would do anything to be with her because when you think you got a break you see her again and you start thinking of her again. You practically have a whole poem book with poems about her. Have you even written one poem about them?" 

I thought about what they just said and let out a huff, turning on my heels and walking away. 

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I ended up in a stairwell, one in the back of the building that no one ever used, and as I sat down underneath that stairwell, I started to cry. As I was crying I didn't hear the footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Woah. Looks like we need a new spot guys." 

I looked up to see the last person I wanted to be here, and I started to get up. "Sorry. I'll go." 

He grabbed my arm gently. "Not necessary. We don't mind."

Somehow this interaction lead to many more. Including, but not limited to, "Hello"s in the hallway, me hiding under that stairs on purpose waiting for him to show up, random smiles, and talking to other people about each other, you know in the way where you say something about the person and whoever you're talking to says "Oh yeah I heard them talking about you."

Somehow that day and those little interactions lead to today, me standing in a suit waiting for him to walk down the isle on the arm of his mother, so we can both say "I do."

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