It was February tenth, and she was sitting in her room, wallowing in the general mood that the time of year brought. A "ding" from her computer indicated an IM had been sent to her. She rotated in her chair and looked at it. It was one of her guy friends, angrily asking her, "Do you have any idea how upset you made him?"
She sighed heavily and then tried to explain how she hadn't meant to hurt him. After a long-winded justification he replied curtly, "Whatever." She turned her computer, jabbing the power button harshly with her finger. Everyone had been blaming her since the night before.
It was something about Valentine's Day; she mused, "a sugar coated ad campaign for diamonds and confidence that left everyone in a crazed mood in which they professed love and just tried to find someone, anyone." After years of witnessing the phenomena, she had concluded that it was not a happy holiday. Every year, she watched people get hurt trying to find happiness. In the past, her strategy had always been to strategically avoid the boys that might ask her out, given the chance. She didn't know why she stuck with the strategy, it never worked. So, he had asked her out, hesitantly, nervous. The silence between them was awful, so it was almost a relief when she finally spoke, "I'm sorry," it was all she said.
He looked at her, "That isn't going to change?"
This time she couldn't endure the suffocating silence so she just answered immediately this time, "No." He turned, "I have to go," he said, not offering an excuse.
"Bye," she said, mostly to herself, "Sorry."
So yeah, that's my little angsty piece that I wrote on Valentine's. I usually don't indulge in angst like this, but it was kind of fun. Constructive criticism is welcome!
1 comment:
I think it is pretty good. Maybe add details to it, or maybe not. Pretty good though.
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