𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 [ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛ]

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

“Hi, I'm Caleb Harrison.”

It was a simple introduction yet it was something that made my heartbeat go in a craze. I smiled at the stranger although I know I may look like an idiot.

“It was nice meeting you Caleb.”

Like some other relationships, Caleb and I started as good friends. He tells me everything about his day. What he was doing. What he wears. What was on his mind. Literally, everything.

As happy as I am that I was always told such, smiling had been my overused gesture that it made me think I was so special to him. And yes, I am his daily journal.

Caleb was indeed handsome. Those brown orbs. Thick eyebrows. Curved eyelashes. Kissable lips. Defined jawline. Manly composure. Those simple habits of brushing his hair with his long slender fingers. And even those simple gestures.

Yup, he is the ideal man. My own kind of thing.

I never get to forget about Caleb everyday. Although I need to focus on things, he never gets tired of visiting my mind and disturbs me. I love it.

I check on him every now and then.

He's totally the complete package and yes indeed, a lot of them admires him. He is the dream guy, the perfect man they could say.

Caleb told me he had a hard time in his classes during the first day. He was the reserved one, the anti-social as he describes. He was never the one to approach people, yet he had done that to me.

That, as a bonus, was my another point of saying I am a good friend of his.

He told me a lot of them students tend to look his way, maybe asking how he happens to be studying with them? Caleb never really has a thing for rumors. He was a pro for ignoring such for he thinks that entertaining nonsensical things was what would be making him an idiot.

“Silly. Such handsome guy as you are, no one would think that way.” I assured him.

Although I don't know if he appreciates what I was telling him, I was more than happy that I know what he was thinking about.

Caleb said he was having a hard time adjusting to the environment. With girls trying to flirt with him, teachers trying to let him interact with his colleagues, and him living alone, life was hard for him. Although I am here to listen to him, I would never be enough to make him happy.

It was in a quick span of time when Caleb meet this girl. Someone I feared he would get interested with and completely forget about me but no. I was still his story's listener.

He told me that this girl caught his attention. He told me she was cute. He told me she was daring. And he told me she was Carlisle.

She completely caught his attention. She was his topic everytime he tells me about his day.

Carlisle was a simple yet someone worth knowing for. She was the only one who could talk to Caleb the way I can never talk to him. I might have been careful with my words for this man but she was literally the opposite.

She tends to burst his bubbles, tease him, and even care for him the way I can never do and never will. She was the one who can punch him in the gut like any normal girl can't do but it never bothers Caleb even a tiny bit.

I was getting jealous. Secretly.

For I am falling in love with him, yet his attention was always with Carlisle. I was just someone he knew whom he tells his stories to, while she was someone he prays for every night.

Caleb and Carlisle had become best of friends but with all the things he told me about her, I could say he's madly in love with the girl who never sees his feelings.

For a pretty guy, being too silent about this unearthly emotion is impossible. Yet there he is.

Until the day that I feared the most had come to haunt me even in my dreams.

Caleb had confirmed his feelings for Carlisle. He said she was someone too important he could never dare to lose. Carlisle was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Carlisle is now, the woman he loves.

I shed a tear, chuckling to myself. “Hush yourself, Hazelle. Be happy for him.” Self comfort sucks!

He confessed, Carlisle not believing him until she said he was just a friend. I was there for Caleb with his first heartbreak. I was always there but he still thinks about her.

But that pain didn't stop him from pursuing her. Yes, he gave all his efforts to make her his until she gave in and they were happily together.

And all I could do is to get hurt silently. “I am happy.” I lied to myself. For the nth time.

It was painful. For a hopeless romantic girl like me, indeed it is. I spend some times bearing all the pain and even brought it with me to sleeping.

Caleb had visited mym dream. He did. He was standing there, smiling at me and all I could do is smile back. Taking steps nearer, I was enclosed with his warm hug as he kissed my hair lovingly.

It was comfort. No, it was heaven. Being in his arms was something one could never repay with any monetary value.

“Thank you, Hazelle.” I heard him whispering in my ears.

It was the first time he calls me by my name. It was the first that I let my very precious name rolls of his tongue, sending butterflies to my stomach.

It was the perfect moment until I heard sobs.

Until I realized I was lying in my bed, tears rolling down my eyes before I have waken up. That heavy feeling in my chest was too realistic that I could only lie down and stare at the ceiling with those warm tears pouring out.

“Damn!” I whispered to myself. The silence of the night cooperating with me. “Why would I fall in love with a man like him? With a man like Caleb? With a man who's only a product of an imagination?”

I wiped my tears dry.

“With a man who's only a fictional character.”