How Do You Love?

Goodbye

Fay slowly closed her eyes. Easing her whole entire body against the soft mattress her pillows were thrown off the bed and scattered inside the dreary room, her blankets ripped and hidden somewhere, she eyed the sketchbook that was still new, given by her art teacher who insisted she should create and be more...

More...

Fay again closed her eyes, a pounding in her head made it feel like she was looking at something she would regret.

She resisted to laugh. When has she never regretted anything again? Her eyes slid open and she stared at the banner.

The banner was long and held the words Rimani forte, puoi farlo.

Fay stood up, a bit too quickly for her body to adjust and she stumbled a bit back. She held her head in one hand as her eyes only saw a glimpse of black inky space until it began to ease to the colorful carpet Kyle had accidently spilled.

Her eyes watered.

'Dammit Fay, get a grip' She gripped her hair. The nostalgia hit deep and Fay bit her lip from crying out.

She was afraid to hear those selfish and dirty words tumble out of these lips.

Fay stumbled, she didn't know where she was going but she knew she had to go. There, she was in front of that same banner.

Now, Fay's nationality wasn't even Italian. In fact, she was just your plain and average America resident. She could hear someone from inside her snicker.

Yeah, even her nationality was plain, average, mediocre and nothing eventful.

She was just one out of a trillion people out there. Though every minute someone dies... You can never have the exact same numbers anyway.

Now Kyle, Kyle was a different person. His nationality was Italian and he was far different from Fay. He was loud and boisterous. He was eventful and fun.

He was cheery and a ball of sunshine. He was strong and helpful. He was charismatic and hilarious. He was perfect.

(He used to be hers.)

Frankly speaking, he was everything but Fay. He was the exact opposite from her. And the longer she ponders, the more she spirals down the never ending road of self destruction.

Why on earth would Kyle settle down for her? She was just an average girl with a high intelligence, that was the only thing noticeable to her. She was nothing, nothing but a speck of dust.

Heck, even the teachers forget about her.

Now that hurt. But Fay doesn't blame them.

Who would take their precious time to care or lest, acknowledge her?

Kyle would.

Fay grips the edge of the banner. Everything was messed up, she couldn't do this. She hated this. What happened to her? Why did Kyle affect her life in a way she would never regain herself? What? Why? He was so special and Fay wasn't, why would he waste those 2 and a half years on someone who couldn't care less where they ate other than they would adamantly refuse to eat at a dump? God it hurt, it hurt so much. Blackblackblack inky darkness.

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Liar liar liar liar liar liar

Selfishselfishselfish

Stop stop? Stop stop?