She'd been rejected one too many times...
Her heart couldn't be mended so easily anymore. It's broken into too many pieces. She could feel the sharp edges cutting into her from the inside out.
It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. It was pure hell; if this was what hell was supposed to be like, she never wanted to die.
But to escape this feeling, she wanted to.
Logic was clouded by emotion and pain. She only knew how she felt, but she didn't even know that very well. She hated it. She was drowning, and nobody could see it. At least, that's what she thought.
He saw her. He always saw her. Even when she thought she was invisible, he saw her. He cared. He could see her pain, and he felt it, too.
He wanted to say something. She was crying out for help, but he didn't know if she would accept his.
He wasn't the best with people; hell, he was horrible with them. That's why he'd never spoken to her. But he always saw her. He saw her put her heart out for people who didn't deserve it. Nobody deserved her. She was too good for this world. She was too good for those girls and guys who threw her aside like trash. He couldn't understand how someone could look at her and not fall in love. She was absolutely beautiful. Soft in all the right places, no matter what she thought herself. She was kind and caring; she always asked how you were doing. She put others before herself. Maybe that was why she always got hurt.
But she always told herself: "It's better to get hurt than to hurt someone else."
And she lived by that. Which is exactly why her heart was broken over and over again. And exactly why she needed help now.
He looked toward her. She was sitting with her head down, her attention on her book. At least that's what it looked like. Her eyes wandered from word to word; she couldn't focus because she kept thinking of why she wasn't good enough. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She didn't think she was that bad. Not as bad as they made her out to be.
But she still wasn't good enough.
"Hey." A male voice snapped her from her thoughts.
She looked up, startled. Her eyes met the blue/green eyes of that boy with the fading purple hair.
"Can I sit with you?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. He cleared his throat in an attempt to calm his nerves.
"Of course," she said; she hated how soft her voice sounded. She sounded meek. She sounded like she'd lost. Probably because she had.
"I'm Awsten," he said, his eyes flickering from her book to her face.
"Esther," she replied, nodding to him.
"I know," he said before realizing how creepy that could sound.
But she smiled. "You know my name?"
"Of course I do," he said before mentally kicking himself one more time.
"Nobody has ever remembered my name," she said wistfully, making his heart break slightly.
"I would never forget your name," he responded.
She smiled, unsure of what to say.
"How are you?" he asked. She looked into his eyes. They were blue and green. Absolutely gorgeous.
"I'm okay. You?"
"I'm fine." He looked into her eyes and tried to imagine seeing her and not falling irrevocably in love. He couldn't imagine it.
"Did you come over because you had something to say to me?" she questioned. She saw right through him. Everything about his body language screamed that he had something to say and he wasn't saying it.
"Yeah," he admitted, laughing slightly. She noticed his cute laugh. She liked it.
"What is it?"
"I wanted to tell you that I see you."
It was a blatantly obvious statement, but the underlying meaning meant the world to her. She smiled and looked down.
He wasn't done yet. "I see you, and I can see that you're drowning. And nobody is bothering to try to help you. But they don't deserve you anyway. You're too good for any of them," he said in one breath. Once he started, he couldn't stop. Everything that he'd been suppressing just poured fourth like a wave. "You give your heart to those who don't deserve it, and I just want you to see that some people would take care of your heart. Some people would treasure it like it's the most precious thing on Earth. Because it basically is. And I would be one of those people, but you don't see me."
She didn't know what to say. Everything was happening too fast. He hadn't meant to say so much, but he couldn't stop it. He couldn't stop himself. He'd been suppressing his emotions for so long that they just had a mind of their own at this point.
She looked at him. He wasn't joking. He was being completely sincere, and she couldn't believe it.
"You really mean it?"
His response reminded her of wedding vows, but she didn't say anything.
"I never knew you felt this way," she said, and he nodded.
"I was scared to tell you."
She smiled slightly. "I see you, too, Awsten."
Sometimes, that's all you need. You just need someone to see you. To see that you're there. To see that you're drowning. To see that you need help.
And he saw her.
And she saw him.
This was kinda weird I know