Our First Beginnings

did i deserve you? ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

As the prison gate closed behind him, he saw someone waiting for him.

She was the one person he didn't want to see. Not because she was someone whom he disliked, but because he knew it wasn't real. She didn't deserve him, and he was the reason things ended up this way.

Just a few months ago they met under unusual circumstances. This girl was one of the few students who showed they actually cared about his presence at school. He had been bullied ever since he entered high school. As a result, he had begun to isolate himself. However, this specific girl decided to enter this small bubble he had created. As time went on, they spent more and more time together; whether it was the library or at his home, they enjoyed every minute they could.

Except, he wishes he had been more appreciative of her. She knew she would be risking her own image for associating herself with the so-called "weird" guy, but she thought it was worth it. She couldn't find a reason to not like him. In her perspective, he was the only person in her life who actually made her feel loved. Even through their small, petty, arguments, they both got the love they wanted, though, they didn't know it.

She eventually felt as if she had become a burden to him, but that didn't stop her growing feelings for him. Unsure of his feelings, she decided to leave a note in his locker.

"Wait for me at the convenience store by your house at 7 pm."

And so he did. He waited and waited, wondering what was taking so long. She didn't show up.

The next morning, her mother appeared at his front door, yelling hysterically. As it was still early in the morning, he found it difficult to comprehend what the woman in front of him was saying. The moment he heard "it was you", his mind woke up. He learned that the girl he liked was dead. She arrived home the afternoon before and collapsed shortly after. It was due to poisoning. He was sent to trial and charged for murder. He had nothing to defend himself with. He had nothing to say. No comments on what happened.

She wrote the letter to him. She wanted to see him. She wanted to speak to him. The cause of her death must have been him.

He didn't know that his bullies attempted to poison him. One of them bought him a drink and handed it to him during lunch.

She loves pineapple juice, he thought.

He didn't have a chance to open the bottle himself because before he even touched it, she swept it away from him and drank it. He didn't mind, of course. He would let her have anything that was his. But he never drank the poison as intended. She did. Maybe this should have been the one thing he kept to himself.

Either way, one of them had to go.

by: k