*Heartbroken* Part 1

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a short story I wrote from my head. It's about a young girl who got her heart broken for the first time by the guy he really liked.

Submitted: January 30, 2008

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I waited until he came by the corner and sat down my stool. Pretended I was reading a book. But at the corner of my eye, I watched his every step, his every move, like a hawk.
He looked up, and I looked at him. I smiled. The smile I used to practice in my mirror every night before going to sleep. The smile I reserved only for him. My muse.
But he did not smile back. Nor did I saw a tiny glint of recognition in his eyes. I felt hundred of daggers hit my chest. And my heart began to constrict in its little space in my body. I thought, "My heart is bleeding. Again."
I went to my room, not in any hurry, and sat at the corner of my bed. Looked in the mirror trimmed with pictures. Of myself, of my friends, and of him. I stood up and touched his picture. The one I stole using my camera phone the other week. It was blurry, but I could see his face and his features clearly. As if he was standing right in front of me at that very moment.
I slumped into bed. Closed my eyes and dreamt of him. Dreamt of happy days we will have when finally, we will be together.
 
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"Why do you keep staring at me when I pass by your window?"
The fact that he talked to me, not the very question, startled me from my reverie. At first, I thought I was dreaming, seeing him there and hearing him talk to me.
"I... I..." I stammer.
"Don’t know what to say?" He asked, again.
"Isn’t it obvious?" I asked, recovering from my little shock earlier.
He didn’t answer this, and started to look at me as though I was crazy or something.
"I mean, I just want to be your friend. That’s all." I explained, not sure if he wants to hear it.
"Don’t bother, because I already have a girlfriend. And I love her. Very much."
My heart was bleeding. I looked down my shirt, certain I would see the stain that the blood from my broken heart created. I almost forgot that it was only in my head.
When I looked up at him again, he was walking away already, not even bothering to say goodbye. But he had said it, in his words. The word goodbye without even the word hello. We hadn’t even started yet, and yet, it was finished. Everything of what is me and him.


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