Sad Oneshots

Shot 1 : Not Meant to Be (Part:1)

Ivan was the council president of the whole school, while I was just an ordinary student who happened to like him. When class was dismissed, I'd usually wait or catch up to him, just to ride the same bus home.

Today was no different. After the bus arrived at our stop, we both began walking towards home. I was talking, filling the silence between us, while he remained quiet as usual. But then, suddenly, he broke that silence.

"Can you just stop talking? You're so loud and annoying," he said coldly.

Normally, I would never take his words to heart, knowing I was probably being a bit too much. I would usually stop for a moment and then resume the next day, but today felt different.

"Oh..." I stopped talking. For once, his words hit me, truly registering what they meant.

He noticed my change in demeanor, my unusual silence. He stopped walking and turned to look at me, a slight crease of confusion on his face.

"Oh? You're going to listen to me for once? Didn't expect it would be that easy," he spoke coldly again.

"My house isn't even in this direction... I should head back." I said to no one in particular, turning around. Somehow, his words felt colder when I actually paid attention to them.

"You're not going home? Your house is that way." He pointed in the opposite direction, his tone still distant.

"No... I was just walking with you before heading back to my own place." I gave him a sad smile. I had put in effort-talking to him when he didn't want to, walking with him even though he never asked. We weren't friends, not even acquaintances. I was probably just a nuisance to him, someone who wouldn't leave him alone.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, looking at me with a mix of surprise and confusion. Finally, he spoke, his voice still cold.

"You walked miles in the wrong direction just to walk with me? You're an idiot, you know that."

"I guess a crush makes you act like an idiot," I muttered, scoffing at myself pitifully. I really had been an idiot, making all this effort for someone who didn't feel the same.

His eyebrow twitched in response. He couldn't believe I had actually admitted it out loud. His voice trembled slightly when he spoke again, still trying to maintain his cold tone.

"You... have a crush on me?"

"Yeah, but I'll take it back. I crossed a line when you clearly don't feel the same." I smiled sadly as I said it, my heart sinking with the words.

He looked at me, stunned by my admission. Shocked that I had a crush on him, especially since he secretly liked me too. He quickly looked away, his tone cold but tinged with something else.

"...How long have you liked me?"

"It doesn't matter now, does it?" I responded, trying to distance myself emotionally. Truthfully, I had liked him since freshman year, from the moment he took my interview when I had transferred and tried out for the council. I didn't even know why, but I had been crushing on him ever since.

My phone buzzed. It was my mom, calling to ask why I was out so late. I often stayed out, walking with Ivan, though she didn't know that.

"Mom, from tomorrow I won't be out late. My club activities are done," I lied, not wanting to explain the real reason I stayed out so long.

Ivan had been listening quietly during the call, his gaze sharpening when he heard the words "club activities." When I hung up, he spoke, his tone colder now.

"Why did you lie to your mother?"

"It doesn't matter. I won't be staying out late anymore. This was the last time." My voice was devoid of emotion, a sign that I had given up on my one-sided feelings.

He picked up on the resignation in my tone, and it made him more upset. His eyes narrowed as he asked, voice tense, "What do you mean by that? Why won't you be out late anymore?"

I chuckled dryly and extended my hand towards him for a handshake, still keeping a faint smile on my face. "It was nice talking to you."

He stared at my hand, confused. "What the hell are you trying to do now?" His cold tone mixed with frustration, not understanding my gesture.

When he didn't respond, I pulled my hand back, my expression unchanged.

"It's getting late. It might rain soon," I said, looking up at the sky just as a raindrop fell on my eye.

Ivan observed me, noticing the raindrop, and frowned. Something in him stirred, an urge to wipe it away.

I wiped it myself, handing him my umbrella as I turned to walk away, covering my head with my backpack. When I was out of his sight, I let the backpack drop to my shoulders and stopped caring about the rain as I approached my house.

By the time I sat down on my porch, I was drenched, too tired to cry or pity myself.

Meanwhile, Ivan stood in the rain, conflicted. He didn't know whether to continue to his own house or follow me. Something within him snapped, and he made up his mind. He began walking towards my house, not caring about the rain pouring down on him.

Two souls ached for each other that night, but one had already let go of the familiar pain.