He looked like someone you'd find in a teenage romance novel. He sat in the corner of the room, bangs covering his dark eyes. Mysterious. Scary. Confused. Quiet. Attractive.
I sat in the front of the row, shaking my leg. People came in one by one. I didn't pay attention to where they sat. My gaze fell on the boy behind me. "Who is he?" "He looks familiar." "What's his name" "Where's he from?"
"His eyes are cloudy." "Why hide like I did?" "I've seen him before." He notices my gaze. My curtain was drawn. What do you do when you don't have a curtain? Then again, he has one and I noticed him. Oops. Was I not supposed to?
I turned around, face crimson. Brown eyes. Dark brown eyes. So dark, they almost look like a deep abyss. You keep staring and you fall in and never reach the bottom. You reach an ocean and float until the waves drag you under. You suffocate and your limp body floats back up.
"You need to wake up. He never cared." Yes, he did. "That's why you're nearly dead." No. He cared. He wanted to get away. He needed to. He was scared. Abused. Confused. "You-" I gave him a second chance and he threw it away!
"You know I'm right." He gets a third chance.
I'm sorry that I'm ignorant and hopeful. I'm easily thrown away, right? If we ever talk again, you'd toss me aside, right? Because it's so easy? Because you don't want to try and get hurt? All that work for nothing? Well...
It doesn't work that way. I'm too stubborn.
Look at me, acting like I know. I don't know. I'm guessing. I'm rambling. If you see this, let me just say that I'm sorry for being childish. I'm sorry I drove you away. I'm sorry that I overreacted and didn't give you your space.
Even though you never tried to delete all of me from your life, I still have one question. You don't have to answer old ones, I just want to know one thing... Where's my apology?