ONE SHOT WRITING CONTEST (Featuring: Feb-ibig)

ENTRY NO.34

TITLE: Perfect Tragedy
Sub-Genre: tragic
AUTHOR: Pinkypren  

Let go of me!

Go away!

Leave me!

Don't touch me!

You must hate me! You must slap me and punch me! For I stab you with my words and actions. You know what? Nobody wants to be with me. Nobody wants to choose me. Nobody wants to stay with me any longer and no one loves me for I push them away.

Until I met you...

I don't understand why you like to be with me...

I don't understand why you chose me...

I don't understand why you always wanted to stay by my side... you always make me laugh. And what's the most unbelievable thing? You have the ability to make me cry...

They said I'm a rose surrounded with many thorns, no one's eager to pick me off or even touch me with their hands. But you... you picked me off, pulled off my thorns and free me from that certain miserable situation.

I should be thankful right?

Yes, I should be.

For because of you I've learned to sprout and to leave behind my problems even just for a second...

But what's the thing that I don't understand the most is that...

Why you love me...

You made me feel happy. You helped me to find my happiness, taught me the direction so I'll find my destiny...

And I'm surprised...

That I found my happiness with the same person who taught me the direction. And it was you...

You...you...

Zion Monte Falcon...

The feeling is clear ... I'm in love with you boy.

I'm a person who hates closure...

I hate closure for I'm afraid that if who'll ever touches me will get hurt of my thorns.

Others choose to chase their destiny for they don't want to miss their chances to find the pair of their hearts...

But I?

I don't...

Instead I push someone who loves me...

I push someone who's special for me.

I left you with one question.

"Why did she leave me?"

I know you'll gonna ask me that thing whenever you meet me again...

If only you know how happy I am of having you...

How I treasure every moments that you're by my side hugging me and telling me "I love you".

How I am so jealous when you're with other girls.

And how I feel so miserable and broken of leaving you behind that hanging situation..

"I'm so sorry" that's what I want to say whenever I meet you on the other day.

I love you so much... that I imagine that I'll be with you the rest of my life...

But I choose to leave.

I choose to runaway ...

And that's how our story ended...