Len's Angst/Vent Story Collection

She Won't Come Back.

The ballroom exuded an enchanting ambiance with its slow, romantic melodies, evoking a sense of serenity and joy. Dressed in my refined and sophisticated suit, tailored with meticulous care, I exuded elegance. The harmoniously designed suit shorts added a touch of uniqueness to my ensemble. With Flower's delicate hands in mine, I couldn't help but gaze into her captivating purple eyes. In that moment, all my worries seemed to fade away as we danced together, embracing the connection between us.

As she tenderly caressed my cheek, her head leaned closer to mine, causing a blush to rise to my cheeks. I was taken aback, caught off guard by the impending kiss. A flurry of thoughts raced through my mind. Was my breath fresh? Did I appear presentable? Where were my lips, and were they ready? I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness, unsure of what awaited.

Drawing nearer, her lips moved closer to mine, while her arms wrapped around my waist, an ironic twist since I had envisioned myself taking that role. Looking down at me with a radiant smile, she ignited a fluttering sensation in my stomach. She was truly beautiful, a vision of perfection. This moment felt like a dream come true. In anticipation, I closed my eyes and puckered my lips, eagerly awaiting the touch of her soft lips against mine.Moments slipped by, and curiosity got the better of me, causing me to steal a glance at her. Confusion swept over me as I wondered why the anticipated kiss had not yet transpired. She stared back at me, a scoff escaping her lips. Perplexed, I gazed at her, uttering a perplexed 

"Huh...?"

"Do you honestly believe I would kiss you after what you've done?" Her words pierced through the air as she relinquished her grip on me, forcefully pushing my body aside. 

"Um... w-what?!" I looked around, the surroundings facading away creating a distorted room with instruments all over the place... playing an eerie melody. Great... ANOTHER nightmare.

"You deserve nothing." It was as she spat at me, having hurtful eyes and a piercing gaze. She wiped her hands on the dress she wore in disgust. "You really think you have some chance after running away so much?! You're...nothing but...some trigger of mine. Just seeing you makes me upset, makes me unstable. You're horrible, you know that?" 

I fought back the tears, determined not to let them fall. I couldn't cry. These were just familiar words from my recurring nightmares. "I-I'm sorry," I mumbled, my gaze fixed on the ground, overwhelmed with shame and uncertainty."You've caused me so much pain. It's time you face the truth of what a terrible person you are," she declared with an air of superiority, leaving me feeling small and inadequate, like a helpless child. I glanced aside and noticed the same boy from before.

"She's the one who lied," his voice echoed in my mind. I turned my attention back to her, yearning to hear more, even if it meant enduring the repetition. I didn't care. I needed to understand.

"You... allowed... him... to hurt me," she accused, pointing a trembling finger at the boy. "You're responsible for all of this. I want you gone." My throat tightened, tears threatening to blind me. These thoughts were all too familiar, but why couldn't I become immune to them? I had endured countless nightmares like this.

"I... I didn't intend... to abandon you," I stammered, looking at the boy. "H-He merely suggested it... and took control." The boy nodded in agreement. "She... lied to you. She always wanted to avoid you. She never cared for you, not even a little. She had feelings for someone else all along. Yet... you still trusted her."Frustration engulfed me as I longed for this torment to end. It was the same words, the same setting, and my stability was always shattered. I wanted it all to stop. I craved an end to this nightmare.

Flower began to walk away, turning her back on me. I reached out, but the boy restrained me. "FLOWER!! WAIT!!" I screamed desperately, hoping to catch her attention. I couldn't bear to lose her.

"What is there to wait for? You're the one who left," she scowled at me, gradually fading away as she walked farther. The boy kept his grip on me, his eyes filled with disdain. "No one can be trusted. That's why you're sticking with me," he sneered. "Don't... be weak when it comes to them."

I hung my head, shaking it in despair. "I... want her back."

"She won't come back... I made sure of that."I broke down, covering my face with trembling hands, drenched in a cold sweat as I woke up in my bed, next to my plush toy, Banana Joe.