The Kiss Bet: Oliver & Sara Oneshots

Missing You

Every single day

With every second that passes

I can't help but think of you

And the more I think of you

The harder I fall

It feels like we're a million worlds apart

And no matter how hard I might try

Or what I might think

Or what I might say

Even when you're right in front of my face

Nothing can stop me

Missing you

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Sniffling into her pillow as she broke down, Sara thought to herself, "I guess this is why it's called a crush, that's how it feels when they don't feel the same...."

Earlier in the night she had tried to tell Oliver how she felt as they were leaving from the carnival, and he completely ignored her words, leaving her thinking that he didn't like her the same way she liked him, shattering her heart as she refused to cry in front of him. But now that she was alone in the safety and solitude of her bedroom, she was safe to collapse down onto her bed and let out everything she had felt in the last little while.

As she layed there, heartbroken, sobbing into her pillow, she couldn't help but think back to the boy as she spoke out her innermost feelings, him blankly staring out to the distance, emotionless, or rather, possibly repressed emotion. They had just been leaving and were about to start walking home when Sara had started speaking.

She had tried to keep it brief and to the point, "I like you Oliver..." And yet she received no response, not even so much as a change in expression.

It was almost like he hadn't heard her at all, and it hurt so much worse than if he would have just said that he didn't feel the same. In that moment she was hurting so bad, so much worse than she could describe. Emotional pain turned physical, she felt a pit in the bottom of her stomach as she clutched her chest, wishing more than anything that the burning inside would stop. The way to know you've hit your lowest low is if you're sitting there, crying in silence so you didn't worry anyone else, or so upset and hurt that you can feel it echoing through your body.

If the world seems to lose the vivid colors within it. If you can't bring yourself to wipe your own eyes even after tears stop streaming. If you can't stand the pain so much that you would rather do anything else if it meant you didn't have to continue suffering. If you try as hard as you can to sleep just to get a short break from the aching feeling within yourself.

This was the point that Sara Lin was at in this moment, and she wanted to escape, but now matter how hard she tried she was imprisoned in the labyrinth that was her mind, slowly drowning in an ocean of brutal emotions. Eventually, she had cried so much to the point where she no longer had any tears left, and instead layed on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, numb.

Maybe that was what it meant to reach the lowest low.

The next morning, Sara woke up in her bed on top of the blankets, still fully clothed from the night before. Her face felt caked over and stiff with all of the dried tears that she had never wiped last night, an awful feeling that reminded her of the previous night's events. Barely managing to drag herself out of bed, she began to slowly get ready for school, dreading the day to come.