Honest Fragile Hearts [DISCONTINUED]

Lovesick Pessimist

Part I - The Lovesick Pessimist.

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pessimistic

the cats eyes are mischevious

yet they do not compare

to those whose eyes held

an even more horrible glint

the cats grin was so wide and mysterious

yet it did never compare

to how the world smiled

and hid things in their bloody sleeves

why in the world does the mermaid love?

when all the love she already had was

in the bottom of the sea,

her only family.

why in the world do we love?

when all it does is take our time,

get hurt and forget everything,

and just die trying again in the end.

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She sat down on the simple small café shop with her phone and coffee. To her, she didn't even mind the cozy feeling. She didn't mind the lovely atmosphere and the chit-chattering that came along with it.

She didn't mind the roses. She didn't mind the hearts and reds. She absolutely didn't know there was 14th of Febuary at all. She hated love and all words that came with it.

It's not that she had been hurt or anything cliché- But she realized that love is nothing but feeling that would last until the feeling ends. She doesn't mind friendly love, family love or any non-malicious love.

She disliked the love that was all about male and female. She never really liked the idea of cupid's arrows really, So all she ever did was read a book in her phone, deepening herself in thoughts.

The café was beautiful and enchanting. The decorations everywhere made you want to enter and just even stare at the sight. She thought, Maybe that was the reason couples came here.

The place had its music, and for the past thirty minutes she'd been there accompanying herself with the benefits of her own world, the music had been playing all about affection and admiration.

She checked her white classy watch and sighed. She had been here for an hour and a half and she hated doing something non-useful. She hated nonsense and she knows what it is.

So she stood up, straightened her white shirt and left a tip for the wonderful coffee. She liked how bitter the coffee was, and she liked how they never placed sugar in hers.

The doors welcomed her out to the fresh and cheesy air full of love and scent of fresh roses and chocolates. It seemed as if the world liked the color Red and sweets. It irked her and she began walking fast towards her place.

The only thing she had, a possession connected with love, was the red ruby necklace hanging in her pale neck. She didn't hate it but she never loved it either. It was given by her Mother who seemed to have gone away by the time she turned 12.

"Happy Valentines!" A sing-songy screech said through the busy crowd of mischevious people. She flinched at the loudness and turned around to her curiosity.

It was a boy. A man, perhaps. His big strong hands were stuck with holding balloons and a bag of roses. He had a genuine and happy smile going on his face, and he really seemed to like the idea of Valentines.

He caught her staring and she stood there, trying to understand what he really was doing. He smiled at her, She frowned. She never saw someone so attractive, and he never saw someone so sad.

It surprised him when she started walking towards him and she kept her pace and her straight face. He glanced at the ruby standing out in her neck and he recognized that somewhere.

"I don't know but theres something in your eyes thats too inviting- your smile just exciting and I don't know how you can be happy on such a day." Analise said, glancing at the boy with her questioning gaze.

Whilst she was in her thoughts of how he was so happy- no different like the rest, He smiled at her statement and how straight-forward she was. He knew there was something wrong with her, he wasn't a doctor though.

"Think of this day as once in a lifetime where you can consider your feelings and let it burst out from its bottle." Zac said, rumagging his bag. She blinked, She never thought of that.

He held out a white rose with jewels dangling from its petals. The roses were fresh, from the rain, and she knew it. She still gave him a look and hesitated to get the flower.

"I thought red was the color of Valentines?" Analise told him with a small smile creeping up. She liked how the rose was- she liked how he gave her white instead of red. She liked how his eyes twinkled too.

It was strange to her that he was the first boy to ever get her attention. Maybe it was the eyes- or the way he lifted the rose to her face genuinely. Or maybe it's just how it ever is.

"Well, White is another color. It symbolizes purity and being honest or true. I don't know, I just think white suits you." The naíve boy shrugged and little Analise accepted it with hesitation.

"Well, Thank you but- I hate Valentines." Analise blurted out without mind that what she said was completely surprising the guy. Infact, The bypassers were shocked too.

"Well, Maybe you don't hate it." He suggested, "Maybe it's just not your cup of tea. You can't go and use the word hate so easily, You know. It's just dislike. Trust me." And then he continued giving gifts to bypassers.

The girl was shocked as to what he said was right. It never hit her that she only disliked Valentines and icky mushy stuff, and she grew guilty of hating such an event. But who was she to complain that someone would have told her this before?

"It doesn't really seem like it- but I think the chain on your neck says you hate Valentines otherwise." Zac pointed out with a small smirk, that led Analise to clutch her pendant with a red tainted face.

"It was a gift." She mummbled, shying away. Zac laughed and that was the sound of church bells ringing for Analise. "Passed by generations."

"Well then, I don't think your past relatives would like to hear you hate something they're obsessed with." He said. She grew fond to how he speaks even though they were conversing out of nowhere.

She also got taken aback by this. It seemed as if this happened very rarely. A quiet and violent girl, talking with an ordinary giver on the street. She was lucky.

"Hmm, Valentines." They both mummbled after moments of comfy silence between both. Although the pavement was noisy and chattering, They got lost in both worlds, secretly thinking of love and us.

He never thought he could meet someone like her, And she never thought she could be convinced Valentines wasn't that bad. With chemistry and a dash of white petals, Their first love story began on the sidewalk beside the bustling streets on Valentines.

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*i hope you liked this and leave a hint if you did. have a good day and take care my beloved, i care.

xoxo, A.