A love story
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WARNING: contains strong language, violence, sexuality, emotional trauma, drug use, and other content suited for mature audiences. Don't read if you're a pansy.
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This strange kid's eyes were surprisingly melancholy for his cheery disposition. His suggestion nearly had me flat on my ass out of shock. No one had ever invited me over for dinner.
I was so entirely dumbfounded by this that it took me a moment to gather my wits. I couldn't possibly even encourage the idea of attending. I didn't know his family, I didn't even know him for fucks sake.
After I captured my breaths and regained a steady breathing pace, I softly began to shake my head. "No thanks," I murmured, with every intention to simply spin around and jolt out of there. I was beyond uncomfortable and confused and anxious and just wanted to not exist.
"Really? Are you sure?" His eyes held a soft flame behind them that provided warmth and comfort. The fire behind mine was a destructive rage, and I immediately knew the two didn't deserve association.
"Really." I pushed, tightening my grip on the plastic bag in my hand. It dangled by my side and rubbed up against the side of my shin, bothering me.
"Okay." He seemed slightly disappointed but I decided at that moment to exist in a reality where he was relieved that I declined his offer which he made merely out of empathy.
"Okay," I echoed and bit at my lip out of nervousness. I wanted him to leave, not because I didn't enjoy his presence or because I found him aggravating, but because I was a mess when it came to interacting with people and I never handled it well.
He was cute in a charming way, not extraordinarily handsome, but attractive enough to make girls swoon. I found myself envying all of the mysterious lovers that he must have been hiding. I envied the act of feeling love and in return receiving it.
We were together in a quiet air, neither of us speaking. I wanted to say something like, "see you later!" or "it was nice talking to you!" but my lips were clamped shut and my brain couldn't command them to open.
Finally he exhaled loudly, probably forcing the smile he wore so adequately. He waved his hand at me and said in an obviously awkward tone "well, it was fun seeing you again."
I nodded and watched him slip past me and out through the glass doors. Had I handled that situation appropriately? Was I at fault for rejecting his offer? Did it really matter all that much? Did I really matter all that much?
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I stuffed the key into the lock and twisted it violently, the metal stuck in place. My door refused to open and it creaked at the force when I slammed my shoulder into it. "Are you kidding me?" I groaned, throwing my head down in defeat. I was tempted to throw my fists at the wooden frame until I beat the damned thing into submission, but realizing that would do nothing to help my situation, I simply spun about and fell against the wall.
