3People have said love is a strong word, and it is, but how strong is it? History and literature gives us classic tales of romance…. The problem though, is that the masculine hero in real life is simply out of the picture. Away from the very emotions they deserve. Love is tangible. Love can mean anything to anyone with a different perception of it. It could mean destroying your very own "love" as well.
He sat before her and wondered: why do you only care about him? He can't care for you.
Her logic made perfect sense to her as it does to anybody with a heart and soul. She loved him.
He adored her; appreciated her; hated her. He would always catch glimpses from the corner of his eye. He can see her radiant blue shirt reflecting from the leg of the desk.
Her pants that could might as well be from the very cloth of death's cloak.
Her delicate but pale skin.
Her luscious locks of earth stricken hair.
She was perfect.
Perfect in ways that only he can understand. He knew her, and he very much fell in love with her.
To everyone else, she was just another girl. To him, she was a girl who deserved better guys than the fucking apes she dated. Complete douchebags. The kinds that make you believe you are the center of their world only until another pathetic young woman takes your helio-centric universe.
They both shared the same musical interests. They would laugh at most of the same stories or photo's. Normally, one would take advantage of this and make a move toward the other in hopes of achieving a relationship.
They became really close friends.
He knew what she's been dealing with. Although single, he refused to date her…. subconsciously. Its as if his own mind had created a barrier between them. There was no chance for him to love. Most of the time he can block it out, but when the idea of the two of them together creeps in, it gnaws at his emotions.
The bell rang. It was time to return to their dwellings.
They erected their spines from their unforgiving desks and left out the door. He caught up with her and they started sharing jokes and anything that comes up into their pathetic brains.
"Hey, I feel like going to see the new concert that's coming up", he muttered.
"I heard its supposed to be fricken awesome! They got enough fans to start an earthquake I bet! I really wanna gooooo…!"
"Do you wanna join me? I can pay for another ticket if you want."
"Oh my god I love you!"
She hugged him. It's these moments. The moments that he can feel her in his arms, but he knows that what she said was never a real love confession. He hated these moments.
What she didn't know was that he had already bought the extra ticket, just for her.
"GET FRIGGIN READY THEN! We leave at 4:00pm this Thursday!"
"But….its a school night"
"Who gives a damn! Who would miss an opportunity like this! Besides, you can always ditch the day after and get some sleep…"
"Yea…I guess you're right"
"Trust me, its worth it, you're gonna scream your head off! I have to go now…bye!"
"byeeee"
The two exchanged a hug before leaving.
That Tuesday afternoon, he went to a narrow alleyway behind some apartments. He wasn't sure whether he really wanted to be there since its been known to have a bad reputation, but he continued with his motives. He met a rugged man wearing a gray hoodie, partially ripped jeans, and one stuff backpack. He donned an unshaved beard, mustache, and frazzled hair the color of a raging inferno. The skin-stabbing air around them was blowing north. They conversed, shook hands, and left to their appropriate places.
Wednesday, the two friends decided to have a serious discussion; that they both did not enjoy.
"Hey…do you still like that one guy?"
"Yea, why….?"
"Its just that I honestly don't understand what girls think and look for in guys"
"Ohhhh…. So you want to know what girls are attracted to?"
"Y-yea….that. Tell me what you see in that other guy though.."
She snickered," Are you jealous or something…"
"No not really... I just want an example from your perspective if that's alright…"
"Fine, alright.. psh. You're gonna laugh at me about the way I talk about him"
"haha, I promise I wont!"
"Okay… well, its just that he's so warm and affectionate. I like the way he talks with me and the way he hugs me. He's so funny too!"
".…um.. you do know that's how he acts with every girl he meets right?"
"I-I know…but, I cant get him out of my head. I really want him to love me and make me the happiest girl on this planet.."
"I hope you also know that he's just looking for sex…"
"I heard that…I don't think its true though. Im pretty sure he's not that type"
"Personally, I think you should just stop thinking about him. Trust me, I know his type."
"We'll talk about this some other time alright, he's here"
Her "beloved" came towards her and gave her the most embracing hug ever.
He looked at the both of them, and instantly felt something inside him sink. His heart felt like a cold piece of lead in his torso. It was just too much. He has watched them do this many times and it pains him every time.
"Its shit like this…." He muttered under his own breath. He turned away, and left her without their goodbye hug.
Thursday had finally arrived and as soon as school ended they arrived to their homes and started preparing. He picked her up and they immediately left to the concert.
The ballroom was unimaginably filled. An ocean of envy. The two were stuck somewhere near the center and had just enough room to wave their arms. He was dressed in his predictable gray-scale colors with a band t-shirt while she had a vibrant red shirt and stripped white and red pants.
The band started playing.
Shouts roared throughout the room and it was dark enough that your hand was consumed by darkness if you looked down. The stage however, illuminated red and was sending clouds of fog toward the fans.
The classical mosh pit was started and the streams of fans were circling around an imaginary god.
They were rioters, fighters, drunks, headbangers, jumpers…all sorts enjoying this amazing event.
-Pop, Pop, Pop-
Little by little you can start to hear people screaming….not singing.
They started erupting everywhere like the chain reaction from the notorious atomic bomb. The music was drifting. Fans ran for the exits.
Except for one in a pool of blood.
During the open-casket funeral, he approached her ragged, lifeless body.
He bent down slowly, kissed her gently on the lips and said, "I did this because it hurt to love you".