It was just lying there. A small notebook. Did somebody forget it? She didn't know who it belonged to but she took it anyway.
Nobody noticed it. Nobody noticed her. What had she expected? She wasn't new at her school, however, nobody ever noticed her. No-one ever took notice of her appearance, her visual nature or her personality.
She was simply not there.
This notebook belongs to Dean.
(Just a confused boy)
Dean? She didn't know anyone named Dean was attending the same school as her. A rather unusual name for a korean person or was it nothing but some kind of nickname? She turned a few pages over. She stopped at an interesting text passage.
Nobody notices me
Nobody cares about me
It seems like they wouldn't see me
It sounded so familiar. She exactly knew how this person felt. - You're living on this earth but nobody gives a shit about you. No one gives you the feeling of being worthy.
The book wasn't really structured. There were just notes and poems scribbled down everywhere. Some random thoughts, some annotations and- She stopped again.
It's the same love song
But it doesn't touch me
In my night
There are too many thoughts
Not only notes and poems, there were song texts too. Dean also wrote songs? She read a few of his lyrics.
I ask myself again and again
Am I a bad person?
Or am I just in pain?
His texts seemed so beautiful, profound and relatable. She wanted to know what kind of person he was.
I want want you to know
Babe I want you to know
How much I love you
How much I need you
She kept leafing through the book absorbing more of the stranger's writings. He wrote much about love, friendship, his problems and about his opinion on society. But after a few pages she stopped as she found a confusing note.
But love is bullshit. Friendship is bullshit
She glared at the piece of writing in disbelief. He didn't believe in love? But he wrote so much about love. How it feels like. How passionate it is. How it's something desirable but also plaguing. He perfectly described how beautiful and painful love could be at the same time.
It seems so perfect but it's not real
Real love doesn't exist
It's just wishful thinking
Park Jo Woo was addleheaded. She didn't understand why this boy wrote about love all the time but didn't believe in it.
Love isn't real
Love is bullshit
YOU ARE READING
Bullshit ↬ Dean
Fanfiction"Love is bullshit. Friendship is bullshit" He never believed in such things until he noticed her. In which a confused girl finds the notebook of a confused boy. > Dean x OC > Diary > English > Angst, Romance > Short chapters
