Tiny bit of something

Aurora

I was sad and no one could take my sadness away, but you..

You were. You were somethi--someone with such a loving smile and perfectly, adorable short hair.

Your hair; your dark, breathtaking, soft hair that appeared even smaller when you'd wear a hairband to hold your bangs that'd caress your forehead. And it drove her to the point where she'd insist to push behind the other kids at the lunch line just to get a good look at you.

God, your hair..

I didn't blame her for staring at you. And in the beginning I don't mind for her either. But it was getting distressing for the both of us. She kept staring at you. She just stared.

Doesn't she have anything better to do?

Don't I have something better to do?

Don't you notice, Aurora?

It was pathetic to only think of something, as insignificant as your hair made me and her smile. It was even more pathetic that she seemed to like everything about you, and frankly it was sick.

It made me sick that the only real conversation you had with her was when you exchanged notes in math class, and from that day forward, she thought she could talk to you whenever she wanted.

But I loved you for your smile, your hair and black dull eyes that always seemed to be filled with sadness. I knew you, Aurora I loved--love you, Aurora. Yet I couldn't have you.

No, not because I was much of a coward to say it -even though I was- but because this wasn't my story... but yours and her..

Sometimes I wonder how this all came to be. How I. How her. How you. You Aurora. You and your profound and bewildering words that lead me to over think every single day of the week.

Oh Aurora.

How much effort you put in each and every one of your words, as if they were your last. And how you have the tendency to whistle the last song you hear,or the countless times you attempt to imagine what people are thinking, or how you make these weird lip expressions that only I seem to notice.

She'll never notice, Aurora. Why can't she notice, Why can't she fucking notice? I fucking notice.

My many swollen tears, and pleading words all seeming pathetic to you. They all did. I always probably did. Yet all I wanted to do was to hug you. To tell you how much this couldn't go on... and how mistaken you were to think of it that way.

Even she noticed; You were aching inside. You were always aching inside. It didn't matter to you, but don't you see, Aurora?

You're hurting me, too.

AN: A story about a girl who made a girl love her everyday, and carelessly broke her heart everyday.