Oct 5, 2012 4:22 PM
My so called story in which the guy character looks like Kise
Anime Relations:
Kuroko no Basket
Setting: Underneath the amusement park bridge
I remember all too well what happened a year ago before spring started.
I giddily opened my closet to see what I would wear on our date, and I picked out the dress you bought me at Christmas. I put it up upon the light to see the colour becoming lighter, the dress was in a pastel coloured green that I very much adored. I put on my makeup in the most nude colours, and put on the earrings we both bought together at the country side fair. I left my hair as it was because I wanted to look just a bit natural, even though I was not. I put on the shoes that matched the dress, and grabbed the hand bag I recently bought. I was off. I was rushing my way to the amusement park even though I was still 20 minutes early...so said my clock. In front of the amusement park entrance was my boyfriend, and it seemed he came early once again or always. Stupidly I gave out a huge big smile that showed my teeth, and a wave while saying,"HI!". Thank God he said hi and waved back at me, I was about to die from embarrassment if he didn't but that's what I like about him. We went through the entrance together but the look on his face seemed a tad sullen, I brushed it off thinking it was his work again and dragged him along with me so we can have fun. We went to lots of rides and watched a lot of live shows but why was he still sullen? I offered him ice cream but he gently declined. His voice was more gentler than usual, and in that moment something inside me felt something was a bit off. I didn't want to admit it so I hid that feeling else where. But that feeling grew as I begun to notice some other things as well, for instance he hasn't held my hand since the beginning of the date like he so eagerly does, he hasn't talked to me at all like he so frantically does like his life revolved around me, his eyes hasn't in contact with mine after the entrance, and whatever I say to him his response was always,"Whatever" or "So?". It stung me like a snake injecting it's venom inside its prey, and I absolutely didn't like it all one bit. Inside my mind there were three outcomes of his miserable look:
1.)He had a bad day at work
2.)He just feels like crap today and doesn't want me to worry while he tells his friends after
3.)A sign that he's bored of me
and I'm really hoping it isn't three. I looked at the clock for I was getting teary only to see it was 4' o'clock, this date doesn't feel like a date and I hate that. I was walking forward without realizing he had stopped walking for a while. I turned back to only see him looking at another girl. It was number three, somewhere in both my heart and mind something broke. While the wind blew behind your direction making you look lovely I can't help but to look thinking horrible things about you.
I walked to the direction he was staring at the girl looking furious at the same time sad. I hated the face I have on now, I hate it a lot. His eyes lost interest but he still looked at me, he turned so I can only see his side but his eyes were still fixated on me. He smiled but this time his smile didn't entrance me at all it just mad me even more furious.
He went to directly to the park bench and sat down without saying anything to me.
I followed him after he sat down. Instead of sitting I was standing right in front of him. Other people began to look at us as if we were a bunch of load kids, and he obviously hid his face. The silence grew as the clock at the amusement park kept ticking, and the girl he was eyeing before left because of the intense mood. Maybe to others eyes I'm overreacting, it was a misunderstanding or it was my fault but I now this is not a misunderstanding, he never looked at a girl like that unless he was dating her or he likes her that's the type of guy he is. A whole twenty minutes passed then he mustered up the courage to say something to me but the words he used were the ones I dreaded to hear. He looked up to me and said those words with a smile "You know you're really needy", and from then on it went down hill.
My whole being froze as I stared at him in disbelief. He chuckled and went on "I only went out with you because I somewhat felt sorry for you, you haven't had your first boyfriend at high school and you were only a bit below average in looks". I hated every word he said, each one set me off, and his face became jokingly relaxed yet serious. Looking at me he said this one last thing that made me empty "Today I decided to end this, it was only you who was serious fully I was somewhat serious about you... only half-way through though", I stood there like a giant sponge, taking in what he had said, and finally he whispered "I'm sorry but I really did love you". There I stood looking at the bench he had sat on, many yelled out at me to stop being a drama queen and get over it. I can't it hurts to much to just forget. I can't climb over the wall of sorrow to make myself stronger, and I can't tell my friends because they are people who care very little if me. I can't tell my family because they can never understand, I know that for sure. I finally walked home and the people in front of me on the bus ride home was my so called ex and the girl he was eyeing on. What a crappy day.
(Part 2 will come out soon)
I remember all too well what happened a year ago before spring started.
I giddily opened my closet to see what I would wear on our date, and I picked out the dress you bought me at Christmas. I put it up upon the light to see the colour becoming lighter, the dress was in a pastel coloured green that I very much adored. I put on my makeup in the most nude colours, and put on the earrings we both bought together at the country side fair. I left my hair as it was because I wanted to look just a bit natural, even though I was not. I put on the shoes that matched the dress, and grabbed the hand bag I recently bought. I was off. I was rushing my way to the amusement park even though I was still 20 minutes early...so said my clock. In front of the amusement park entrance was my boyfriend, and it seemed he came early once again or always. Stupidly I gave out a huge big smile that showed my teeth, and a wave while saying,"HI!". Thank God he said hi and waved back at me, I was about to die from embarrassment if he didn't but that's what I like about him. We went through the entrance together but the look on his face seemed a tad sullen, I brushed it off thinking it was his work again and dragged him along with me so we can have fun. We went to lots of rides and watched a lot of live shows but why was he still sullen? I offered him ice cream but he gently declined. His voice was more gentler than usual, and in that moment something inside me felt something was a bit off. I didn't want to admit it so I hid that feeling else where. But that feeling grew as I begun to notice some other things as well, for instance he hasn't held my hand since the beginning of the date like he so eagerly does, he hasn't talked to me at all like he so frantically does like his life revolved around me, his eyes hasn't in contact with mine after the entrance, and whatever I say to him his response was always,"Whatever" or "So?". It stung me like a snake injecting it's venom inside its prey, and I absolutely didn't like it all one bit. Inside my mind there were three outcomes of his miserable look:
1.)He had a bad day at work
2.)He just feels like crap today and doesn't want me to worry while he tells his friends after
3.)A sign that he's bored of me
and I'm really hoping it isn't three. I looked at the clock for I was getting teary only to see it was 4' o'clock, this date doesn't feel like a date and I hate that. I was walking forward without realizing he had stopped walking for a while. I turned back to only see him looking at another girl. It was number three, somewhere in both my heart and mind something broke. While the wind blew behind your direction making you look lovely I can't help but to look thinking horrible things about you.
I walked to the direction he was staring at the girl looking furious at the same time sad. I hated the face I have on now, I hate it a lot. His eyes lost interest but he still looked at me, he turned so I can only see his side but his eyes were still fixated on me. He smiled but this time his smile didn't entrance me at all it just mad me even more furious.
He went to directly to the park bench and sat down without saying anything to me.
I followed him after he sat down. Instead of sitting I was standing right in front of him. Other people began to look at us as if we were a bunch of load kids, and he obviously hid his face. The silence grew as the clock at the amusement park kept ticking, and the girl he was eyeing before left because of the intense mood. Maybe to others eyes I'm overreacting, it was a misunderstanding or it was my fault but I now this is not a misunderstanding, he never looked at a girl like that unless he was dating her or he likes her that's the type of guy he is. A whole twenty minutes passed then he mustered up the courage to say something to me but the words he used were the ones I dreaded to hear. He looked up to me and said those words with a smile "You know you're really needy", and from then on it went down hill.
My whole being froze as I stared at him in disbelief. He chuckled and went on "I only went out with you because I somewhat felt sorry for you, you haven't had your first boyfriend at high school and you were only a bit below average in looks". I hated every word he said, each one set me off, and his face became jokingly relaxed yet serious. Looking at me he said this one last thing that made me empty "Today I decided to end this, it was only you who was serious fully I was somewhat serious about you... only half-way through though", I stood there like a giant sponge, taking in what he had said, and finally he whispered "I'm sorry but I really did love you". There I stood looking at the bench he had sat on, many yelled out at me to stop being a drama queen and get over it. I can't it hurts to much to just forget. I can't climb over the wall of sorrow to make myself stronger, and I can't tell my friends because they are people who care very little if me. I can't tell my family because they can never understand, I know that for sure. I finally walked home and the people in front of me on the bus ride home was my so called ex and the girl he was eyeing on. What a crappy day.
(Part 2 will come out soon)
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