your name is matt.
your favorite color? purple.
the color of dreams.
and fantasies.
and hope.
and strength.
and lilacs.
people think youre- a narcissist but
they really....couldnt be more wrong.
sure, you do act like that.
sure, you act like a lot of things.
"sweet" "pretty" "selfish" etc.
only one of these are true.
take a guess.
recently- youve been taking a liking ... to someone... who in no way in hell likes you back.
theres no way- this hot, norwegian, kind, quiet, patient, perfect human being could possibly like a stupid rat like you. no way.
because of this belief, you will never confess. you will never make a move. you will never show your feelings. boys dont do that. boys dont do that- to other boys. especially- other boys who are absolutely not gay. this horny fucker... this horny, anime loving, red-hoodie wearing dumbass. he cant be gay.
right ?
even so, your feelings do not change.
you get flustered and nervous even when you think of him.
you can barely sit by him.
you havent talked to him in days.
you will not allow yourself to talk to him.
it didnt matter how tord felt.
or thought.
the only thing that mattered is getting this feeling to go away.
you are personally sick.
sick of this boy.
this guy.
sick of seeing his stupid hair.
and his stupid hoodie.
sick of hearing his dumb accent.
and his laugh.
and his sighs.
and noticing his smile.
and his dimples.
and his eyes- the way they sparkle for no reason...
when he gets excited he-
youre sick.
sick in love.
sick in love with this boy.
you, matt hargreaves, are in love with tord larsson.
and you hate it.
YOU ARE READING
rose epidemic
Mystery / Thrillertordmatt. i made this because dear starboy got taken down. and the memory of reading it haunts me. that story really shifted something in my fucking brain. it made me want to die. it taught me to never get my hopes up. i still struggle with it today...
