everyone has a soulmate. everyone, that is, except me. I live in a place called moonlight village, where everyone is happy and cheerful and in love. that is, everyone but me. im the oddball. the one that despises any love or romance. though I dream of it, and read of it.
so I decide to run away. out of the gates, out of the village, out of that facade of plastic and into the real world. but everywhere is the same. all a village, full of happiness and love. where I feel like an outcast, unloved, and despised.
that feeling.....of rejection. the feeling of being unloved, outcasted, oddballed. the feeling of not belonging, not fitting in. of being hated, despised, unwanted. being uncomfortable, I want to run. but why run knowing just what you're running towards?
I don't know. maybe that pulling at your heart. the feeling in your soul, telling you something is out there. someone, that might actually accept me.
Why aren't there more jacob tremblay books? I mean, he's amazing
Moira ~ A person's destiny
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I was holding the photo tightly in my grasp when I felt a presence behind me. Ace came closer to me and reached around me causing his chest to press into my back. Before I could control myself, a breathless gasp escaped me from feeling the sparks from the places we were touching.
Ace didn't say anything, instead, he took the photo from my hand and backed away. I turned around to see Ace walking back to the couch he was just sitting on. I leaned back against the bookshelf as Ace sat down.
Looking at Ace, I needed to know. I needed to know why he had a photo of me from before. Why would he have one when he was the one who rejected me? He hated me and yet he kept a photo of me for years.
I felt a feeling of loss like I had never felt before. I was confused and hurt. Why did he have that photo? I had so many questions for him.
I whispered, not wanting to break the silence but needing an answer, "Why?"
One word, three letters, a beginning of a question. Not enough meaning behind it but he knew what I meant. Even if I didn't know what I wanted it to mean. Because in my head, a thousand questions I needed him to answer.
Why did he reject me? Why take a picture of me? Why keep that picture of me for years? Why did he choose Brittney? Why didn't he love me? Why was I not good enough?
But instead of asking all these questions, I chose to ask one word with only three letters. Because that one word held all my questions in it. It held the pain that I felt. It held the rejection, the hope, and the anger.
Ace looked at the picture, "I needed you."
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