Sugar-coated

Dear, my dear.

Oh how soft a heart can be with the touch of love.

A person can even mistaken the succint aphorisms are truly for them.

Ignorant about the other's past...

Disgusted and disturbed with the confession made.

The words; Was it so inviting? Was it very promising?

Open your eyes and especially your heart, young one.

You might be on the wrong road.

You might have mistaken.

It may only be your self consciousness.

The world doesn't revolve only around you, my dear.

Have you tried asking? It might actually help.

So, don't assume.

Black Star

How do you feel now, he asked.

Empty, she replied.

What can i do to help

Nothing

Then why do you search for me

I don't know

Unspoken words. Drowning herself in her ocean of thoughts, trying to lose herself, calling for help, she needed a grip. In silence, she instituted a love confession. It was sweet but he is not a mind reader. He tensed. All he wanted is to take her into his arms and asked her to be his. She has always thought that it was not her to begin with, maybe it was someone else, maybe it was another girl. That's what she heard. And she should not believe them, she should have asked him. He tried to make her believe that she is the only one, but she enjoys the thrill of the game. He confessed because he can no longer tolerate his feelings anymore. He can no longer tolerate her 'friends' anymore. She is confused. Angry. And muted.

With heavy footsteps, he leaves.

“I have always loved you. I just don't know how to reach you." She whispered, looking at his back.

The end.