Maybe It'll be okay ✿Klangst✿

✿Alone ✿

Lance's POV

I never thought I'd make it this far. I look at myself in the mirror. Tear stains run down my cheeks and a small scar on my lip. I never really understood love, but I tried. Though this relationship lasted almost for an entire year, he was the one that stopped loving me. I never thought this would end. I looked up and smiled.

  It was so unexpected. We had been so close. We had just met and it was like love at first sight. Once I saw him and his silky black hair, I knew I wanted him. He was so kind and funny. I would constantly joke about him being short. And when he would come over to my place, it was beautiful. We would bake together and eat the cake together. We would laugh at each others jokes.

  Then he had asked me out. I didn't have the guts to do it. I would doubt myself. Of course I said yes. We would spend almost everyday together. Veronica would tease me for having him over so much. Don't even get me started on our first kiss. We didn't know how so we sat there for 20 minuets on a wiki how on how to kiss.

  I chuckled at this memory. He would always sparkle when talking about his passion. His eyes would gleam like the most beautiful sunset. He would immediately brighten up and smile. We would cuddle, and watch horror movies. He would give me tiny pecks on the cheek. I never understood what was happening.

  Then school started again. We were not in any classes together. We tried to hang out as much as possible, but I guess it didn't work out. Warm tears brimmed my eye lashes. He pulled me over one day after the school day has ended.

  "This isn't working. I don't like you anymore."

  Did I do something? What happened? I tried my best, this was my first relationship. Later, I figured out he was planning to break up with me for a week now. What did those kisses mean? Was it all just a joke? I'm sorry for being so sad all the time, I was trying. Was the walk in the woods awkward? Did I say something wrong?

  I finally got the guts to ask one day. We hadn't spoken in weeks.

"Why did we break up? Was it something I did?"

  "I simply lost interest. I didn't have feelings for you anymore."

  Oh. Ok. I could deal with this. This is fine. I'll be okay. All I really remember is pushing myself away from others after that. If I would start to like someone, I would push them away. I tried not to make any friends at all. I was now known as the schools freak. I became quiet, isolated, cold, alone. I didn't care though. Why should I? This was just a joke anyways though, right? No one would care, because anything living once never existed.