Don't Cry, I Love you...

01

If only I hadn't met him, maybe things would've been fine. Maybe he would've been alive. Maybe he would've loved someone who was worth his time. Maybe he'd be happy.

He was broken; I was curious.

He was depressed out of his mind; I tried to understand.

He hated me; I slowly fell for him, unintentionally.

He met me; I killed him.

I feel it in my chest; the hollowness of what's supposed to be there, of what's supposed to make me live. Now, I'm slowly dying as my mind wanders off to the first time we had laid eyes on each other, his being as cold as ice and mine being as warm as the temperature on that hot, summer day.

We've never talked before. In fact, I don't remember seeing him talk to anyone. He's always been so distant and cold to everyone, even if he was the one who was being approached.

There was a girl - who was clearly interested in him - who had asked for a pencil. She gave him a smile, and politely bowed her head, but it seemed to be not enough.

He looked at her with a disgusted face, and said the words, "No, I don't. Not for you." Turning to gaze out the window, he lightly smirked as he seen the girls smile slowly fade away.

It was my turn to look, but instead of telling him off, I pitied him.

I regret it now; giving him the soft expression I did. Only because the expression he had given me was nowhere near polite.

"What are you looking at?" He whispered. His eyes narrowed down to my features, and for a split second, I had seen his gaze soften a bit.

"Why are you so cold?" I replied, ignoring his question.

"Because I have no other choice," He said, looking down at the floor as if he were remembering something. "It's the only way I can protect myself."

"From what?"

"From being hurt."

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"How was school?" My mother had asked as I sat at the dinner table. She had made dinner today, as she did everyday. I had suggested that I at least help out, but she insisted on doing everything on her own.

"It was fine, I guess." Sighing, I grabbed a pair of chopsticks in my hand.

"You guess?" She asked in a surprised voice. I never really had bad days; mine were always so cheerful and bubbly. Whenever I would have one, though, my mother would become overprotective and taken aback, not knowing how to deal with it. "Did something happen?"

"Do you know the Park family?" I questioned. Her eyebrow lifted.

"The Park family?" Nodding, she shrugged. "It depends on which family you're talking about."

"Well, there's this kid in my class," I started. "And he looks so sad. I just don't know how to approach someone like that."

"You're a really nice person. I don't know why he wouldn't want to get to know you." She explained. Shaking my head, I used my chopsticks to pick up a ball of rice before stuffing it in my mouth.

"He's cold to everybody." I said. "He was even cold to me today."

"You know the saying better than I do," She handed me a cup of water. "'It never hurts to try.'"

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The next day, I decided to go and try to speak with him.

My mother had been right. It never hurts to just try, and I had planned on trying until I succeeded. He needed someone, even I knew that. If only I had just been there for him sooner, maybe he wouldn't be so alone.