"I've always liked you. Always. But just like the point of apoapsis, we’ll keep going around in circles without ever meeting."
She stared at him from afar, sitting on a bench, peacefully eating his lunch, the usual flock of boys and girls surrounding him. His long, fine curls swayed along with the wind, slightly touching his perfectly creased eyelids.
Yuri Kessler, otherwise known as Yul, was one of the most popular students from his school. The boy was the epitome of perfection. He had a beautiful face, perfect academic performance, reputable physical activity, and a respectable social standing. He was popular enough to have rumors made about him. Some girls claimed to have lost their v-cards to him; some jealous students insisted on him being gay; others said he was a Pansy boy who held on to his parents for everything – those were just the less ridiculous rumors.
Heather Kimberly was just one of Yul’s admirers. Unlike Yul, she wasn’t anything special. She believed she had an average face that at least matched her black, wavy hair and pale skin. The only thing people around her remembered her for was how she “haunted” the whole student population the day she transferred into the school.
Heather was known to have this dark, threatening aura around her – one that made people feel the presence of a paranormal entity. She garnered that kind of attention for a few months before she turned completely invisible.
"Heather," Michael, her only best friend, approached her from the other side of the rooftop – he just finished his closet-flirting session with the new Asian exchange student, Jun. "Let's go."
"We're going to be late for class," Jun followed, snaking his arms around Michael’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder.
Heather eyed them from head to toe. She loved Michael as her best friend, and she loved having him around, but there were times when she felt superlatively uncomfortable with the way he touched his other “friends.” She never complained though, because she didn’t want to be classed as a homophobe.
She bit her lip, cleared her throat, “You go first. I’ll follow,” and finished off with her signature creepy smile.
The couple nodded timidly and walked away.
She sighed and sat back down on the cement, staring at her half-eaten lunch. "That Yuri," she whispered to herself as she fumbled with a metal fork, "Why is he so out of my league?" She smiled to herself and continued eating her lunch blankly, enjoying the wind as it touched her skin.
The rooftop, she thought, was the best place to relax. She looked over the railings to check on Yul, only to catch the grounds vacant. "He eats so quickly. I didn't even get the chance to stare at him longer," she giggled to herself.
She felt refreshed every time she set eyes on Yul – although they never met hers. To Heather, staring from afar was enough; she didn't mind. She thought it was better than openly kissing the boy's ass. Every time she saw Yul smiling, all her problems and worries get washed away – at times, she barely remembered she had them at all. But then she goes back home and all her problems rise back up. Just like that awkward moment when you try to flush your dump, but it goes right back up… yeah.
She leaned on the railings too heavily, forgetting that it was made of pure wires – pure, mediocre wires.
The wires broke and Heather was left hanging on it for her life, staring at the ground probably six stories below her feet.
"What's keeping me in this world, anyway?" was the last thing she said before finally letting go of her life support.
