Honest Fragile Hearts [DISCONTINUED]

Valentine Necessities

Part XII- Valentine Neccessities

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greeding

it is the feeling

of needing

more than you

can ever get.

a craving

and another form

of selfishness

a virus inside.

there are different

things to know

to get healed

by this magic.

a powerful

feeling of an unfrozen

thawed heart

is all it needs.

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"Alright! It's done!" She sighed in satisfaction and stretched as if she had been in a cramped position ever since, enduring the pain in her muscles.

She looked at the piece of small paper in her hands written in a scripty font, 'Jane Foster's neccesities' with a little red heart in the end, and a little writing scribbled below her name, 'Valentines.'

She smiled to herself and began to pack up for school, the only place she could complete the list. She's a perfectionist for herself, planning out the best she could. If you want to get something done quickly without mistakes, she's the right gal to call.

She knew it was Valentines, that people would probably ask her on a date. She doesn't care if she was a fling- anybody is fine for her. All she wanted to do was experience love.

Her family loves her, her friends do too, but all she had missing was the feeling of love radiating from another boy.

Her Dad says, that if ever she feels love, the necklace in her rashy neck, will be in a madder red than it is. And she believed her Dad to that extent of finding the love she was looking for.

"Bye Mom, Bye Dad!" Jane called out heading to te outdoors. It was a cold morning full of glee and sunshine. You can smell the love in the air, or maybe the scent of perfume and bread. Pastries.

When she step on the grounds, She was greeted by her friends. They greeted her a happy valentines and a good fresh morning. She smiled, and out of the corner of her eyes, she could see him staring straight at her.

Number one on the list, Check. See his wonderful face first thing on Valentine air morning.

She giggled to herself, pretending not to see him. He was finally looking at her, she could feel his stare behind her bangs and she could feel the intensity of his baby blue eyes burning holes to her back.

"Jane, Jane! I think Thomas is checking you out." A friend of hers whispered in a smile. Jane mirrored her actions, but the only difference was she was not happy. She knew the truth.

"I feel it too." Jane said in a hushed tone, her eyes looking down her feet.

"He's coming this way! Look look!" The friend said again, this time, jumping up and down and squealing. Thomas Chapman was intelligent and cute. He was everything Jane wanted.

Their eyes locked and she could see the stormy depths hidden behind his transparent contact lens. Number two on the list, Check. Look at his eyes for the first time.

She smiled to herself, finally. He notices her and waves, She waves back shyly. But she knows he hasn't noticed her before, She knows he never will. She knows he didn't walk towards them just for her. She knew better.

"Hey Chapman. Happy Valentines." Jane greeted with a tint of pink playing in her cheeks. She blames it for the cold wind, but she knew it was something else.

"Hey Jade." Thomas said, getting her name wrong. "Happy Valentines." He said although the fact that he forgot her name made it hurt so bad. The fork in the heart cannot be unstabbed.

Her friends gave her a sympathetic glance. She shrugged it off.

Three on the checklist, Check. Talk with him for the first time in 15 years.

He turned to her friend, the girl named Cheryl. Jane was astounded and hurt beyond grief, she thought she wouldn't have felt this everyday. Each day the pain became more and more unbearable.

"Excuse me for a bit." Jane excused, running towards the comfort rooms down the hall. Before she had the chance to escape, she saw the boy smile at her and waved.

And thank heavens, was that smile the only thing it took to forget the whole world.

Four on the list, Check. See him smile heaven in earth.

She took out her list and examined it. Only one box left to tick, and her Valentines list would be completed. But who is she to be dishonest and check it off without doing it? Who knows the list might not be completed.

Tears flew down her cheeks. At the very least, the things she accomplished in her valentines was half-way done. But she knew better, that almost is never enough. Never.

Because on the last list, beside the box were words written in a slow penmanship of red ink.

'Make him say I love you, and make him stay.'

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Hey, couldn't it be more sadder than this? Hope you guys liked it :) Three updates (counted VANB) in a day? Holy moly. Vote and comments are appreciated ;) It helps the instinct penguins <3 have a nice day!

xoxo, A.

>ALEX<