Footsteps echoed all around him, people's voices ran through his mind but he was just sitting there all alone while sipping his cup of coffee, waiting. "Is she actually going to come? " "I don't think so." "She's not going to come". Fighting with himself inside his head, he couldn't bear to be stood up by the one person he loved but somehow, he was preparing himself to be stood up. Suddenly, he turned to the back. Walking in with a red skirt, black slip-ons, a white collared shirt and slinging by her left hand, a red handbag. His eyes widened, his smile litted up and he got up. He sucked it all up, "Hey! I didn't think you would actually come! Umm... Won't he get jealous....?" as he replied. Did he say the right thing? He didn't know but all he knew is that he was happy... For a moment. As he looked at the entrance of the cafe, he saw 'him' walking in. His heart sank, he was lost in words. "WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?! WASN'T IT SUPPOSED TO BE JUST US!?" as he shouted angrily in his head. He couldn't voice it out. He didnt know what he was supposed to do. She walked in, holding hands with 'him'. As he stood there, she walked right through him. Through him. As if he was a phantom. He lifted up his hands, staring at his hands. They were transparent. He stood there, shocked and in silence. He turned around, she sat there with 'him'. She was smiling but he was angry. She was laughing but he was crying. She was in love but he was drowning in that pool of hatred. "What's going on?... What the hell is going on...?". He peered at his body. It was slowly fading away. "What am I to you..?" The sight of her being all happy slowly started to get further and further away from him. He reached out his hands but he couldn't reach her. He stretched it out as far as he could but it was no use. He couldn't reach her. His voice couldn't reach her. Nothing could reach her. "What were we.....?".
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He suddenly got up from his bed. He peered out of his windown and it was already dark. He realized that it was only just a dream but in his heart, it was also reality. He was a little glad that he did not have to see her ever again but the sight of her being happy with 'him' sanked and hurt his heart eventhough it was only just a dream. "I want you back..... I really... want you back..." as he started crying. "Why does this always happen to me? I loved you with all my heart... Did it not mean anything to you? Do I not mean anything to you? Will I ever be able to hold you the way I did? Will I ever be able to feel your lips against mine ever again? Will I ever be able to just intertwine my hands with yours?" He got up from his bed, went to his bathroom and washed his face. As he looked at the mirror, he was disgusted with himself. He wiped his face with a blue towel and he went back to his room. His apartment was empty. No one lived with him, anymore. There was only one. Her. He went to his kitchen to reminisce and he saw her there cooking with him. He went to his bedroom and he saw her there lying on his arms. He went to his TV room and he saw her there sleeping on his laps while he was watching TV. "Did anything we do have any meaning to you..." He kept wondering to himself, is she doing it with 'him'? Is she doing everything they did together with 'him'? He didn't want that to happen. He put on his long black sleeve jersey, changed to his black track pants, put on his black shoes and cycled his black bike. While cycling, he put on his black mask so that no one will recognise his face. He cycled for a mere 30 mins until reaching her house. He climbed the tree that would lead up to her window and he hid within the shadows. Concealing his presence, he heard a car door close below him. He quickly reacted and looked below. She was getting out of 'HIS' car. "God... No. Please. No." She was giggling with 'him' as they both walked in to the house together. He lost sight of them and he continued to conceal his presence by hiding in that same tree while waiting for her to go to her room.
He lost.
She walked in to her room with 'him'. "WHAT THE HELL IS 'HE' DOING IN HER ROOM!? GET OUT OF HER ROOM, YOU BLOODY PLAYER! GET THE HELL OUT!!!!" as he shouted in his head with anger. No matter how much he wanted to shout at her to notice him, he knew he couldn't. His heart sank even more when he saw her lying on her bed, and 'he' was lying on top of her. They started kissing. He started crying. They started taking off their clothes. He cried even more.
*crack
"Ahh!" as she screamed in shock. "What was that!? Can you go and check it out please?!". As 'he' was in shock too, he put his shirt back on and slowly approached for the door. 'He' grabbed a badminton racket from behind the door and then 'he' slowly approached the window. Caught between the broken shards of the glass of the window was a small rock. A rock that she took notice of because it was a special rock she collected when she was in China. It was a rock that she gave to him when they were together. She quickly hooked her bra back, grabbed her phone and texted him.
As he was cycling home as fast as he could, he was crying. The tears were interfering with his vision but he didn't care. He continued to cycle as fast as he could. As he reached his apartment in a mere 20 mins, he approached the elevator and rode it up to his floor. He got out, opened his door, parked his bike behind his door, took off his shoes, went to his room, grabbed his katana, unsheathed it, and started destroying everything she gave him. He destroyed everything. Everything. After an hour of destroying everything, he sat down on his bed. He sat down and cried even more. He checked his phone. "You have (1) new message". He opened it. His hand clenched his phone. "Were you at my house?!" "No" "You were! You threw the rock I gave you at my window and you broke my window! Do you know how screwed I am!?". She didn't receive any reply for about 5 minutes. She then texted him again, "ARE YOU THERE!? YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR IT BACK YOU KNOW!?". After 5 mins again, he didn't reply. Again, she texted him but before she could hit the send button, the conversation bubble went up.
In that bubble, it wrote
"Did we mean anything...?"
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