Dear e-diary,
I'm in such a heart-ache. My crush just said he liked the girl next door but I'm not sure if his ready for that romance. I should've confess, but I was too scared to confess... I have ran out of options, it's either now, or never again... *diary ends*It's been two days since that incident. Me and Artison haven't peeked a looked at each other since then. He had asked repeatedly whether I want to go to the gym with him. But, I purposely ignored it. But now, I think it's time to face the music... So, we went to the gym per-usual but it was very awkward. We barely spoke on the way. After a tiring workout, we went to the scene of the incident: the bar. "Sorry, for how I acted yesterday." those words spilled from deep down my throat. Artison was somehow confused, "I should've told you earlier than keeping it anymore longer." Suddenly, Artison had a scared expression, sweat could be seen flowing down like a river, same goes for me, "I was so nervous. I...." a choking feeling came to me during then, "I...have feelings for...you." Artison looked shook and stumned like a statue. He didn't know what to say, including me. Out of the blue, a slight giggle came from Artison, "I knew you had feelings for me, actually," he answered with a smirk, "You acted weird already since day one!" Wow, that was embarrassing! Am I that obvious!? "But I'm sorry..." he continued, "I'm not interested in guys, so.....this romance won't go far... " My heart sank to rock-bottom, "But it's not like I'm hating you or anything!" Artison tried to cheer me up, "We can still be friends, no problem!" I was in such a breakdown that I didn't react much, my eyes just staring blankly into him. I needed rest. "I'm gonna...go home, if you don't mind..." Artison placed a hand on my shoulder, "It's alright, thanks for being honest.....friend." As he said that, a lot of memories came to me like thunderclouds, and like that, I started bawling like a baby. Artison drove me home. In the car it was so quiet. You could only hear the rain spilling outside. I went in my house, straight to bed and slept with my gym clothes on me.
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Bromantic Artist
No FicciónA story about a group of friend and enemies. Love, heartbreaks, friendship and paint. Artison, the new hobo street boy in town fell in love with the girl next door, Mariam, an aspiring artist ready to open her own museum. Artison never realised his...