There's so many different things. He thought as he paced back and forth. This happened often, the choice of feeling something overwhelming him. There's so many surface emotions, he thought. Emotions that are the first and easiest reaction. Those are surface emotions and he hates them so much. He can't tell if they're only for the surface or they have origins much deeper than that. He ran his fingers through his hair roughly and growled lowly. Bright splashes of color were swimming behind his eyelids and he needed to make something. He felt the need to create threatening to explode from his finger tips.
He was in a huge building in a city where no one knew he existed. The building was free to public use, and had a piano (among other instruments) and art rooms, a library, a theater, and so much more. Thanks to this building, just like so many others, he was alive.
He couldn't decide what room to go to, the piano, or painting, but he needed to make something and the piano was closer. As he left the library, the beginning of his distress walked into him, a flush rising to her cheeks.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry, look I just wanted to talk about-"
She was cut off as he growled and pushed past her, overwhelmed by existing.
He slammed the door to the piano room and sank into the music like it was all he was meant for. He abused the piano keys as they screamed out everything he couldn't. Yet just as much emotions as he poured out, it just kept filling back up, and nothing was enough, it couldn't fill was he was terrified that she could.
He stopped, breathing heavily, and slouched over.
'That was beautiful."
He turned and saw her, and she was all he could see, his mind was filled with her and his heart and his soul and he was so scared.
"Please leave." He pushed out through his teeth.
She didn't. Of course she didn't. She defiantly walked closer to him and said in a voice that said she was just barely keeping it together.
"I just want answers. What is it about me that bothers you so much? You push me, you make rude comments, you unfairly critique my art, so what is it? You have to have a reason. Why do you hate me?"
He almost exploded at the thought that she thought he hated her. He imploded instead, muttering, "Surface emotions, the surface, they complicate everything, everything, everything is falling apart now.."
She quirked and eyebrow at him and insisted, "Nothing has to fall apart. I want to understand. I get it if you didnt want to give me your number all that time ago, but why are you so mean to me?"
He said unemotionally, "Because I love you."
"Well then why are you so mean to me?"
He closed his eyes. "It hurts." He took a deep breath and said, "God, it hurts so bad sometimes I can't even breathe."
She said softly, "Thats because you're fighting it."
She pulled him into a hug, the piano as a witness to this new moment as she said happily, "Just love me."
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I really dont like this one as much.. What do u think?
