(Sad alternate universe imagine where you and Finn went to high school together)
Finn's POV
I saw you every day. I saw you in the morning at the library every day. I saw you standing by your locker before lunch. I saw you walk on the bus every day.
Months went by with me just wondering who you were. I asked my friends, but they didn't know a thing about you. I'd try to say hi but my conscience told me not to. But god, I just wanted to know you.
Then I did it. I finally did it. We talked, you smiled. You'd agreed to hanging out at lunch. I felt ecstatic. On fire. The best I've ever felt.
It came close to Valentine's Day. I was finally going to ask you out. I got the flowers, the chocolate, the card, everything. I even bought a new outfit just for the occasion.
I drew a little picture of you on the card. I smiled when I did it, just thinking of how beautiful you are. You're smile is so contagious and you brighten up any room. To you, y/n, I wrote.
The day came and I put on my new clothes. I fluffed up my hair and put on cologne. I practiced kissing in the mirror. I wanted it to be perfect.
I took the flowers and the chocolate and the card with you drawn on it. I marched into that library, where I knew you'd be. I turned, and I saw you.
But my heart sank. There you were. Pressed against the bookshelf by another man. He was kissing you the way I'd wanted to. The way I'd practiced.
My sobs were silent, but the most painful I've ever experienced. I dropped the gifts on the ground where I knew you'd find them. I left the library and walked home.
I cried the entire three mile walk. My heart had never felt so broken. A feeling I never thought would happen. It was there, and I was feeling it.
I wanted you.
But you didn't want me.
(Haha I'm so mean for this happy Sunday everyone)
