Author: OnlyTheYoungCan PM
Just a little rant.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Words: 577 - Published: 12-13-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2979137
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You know, I used to love you. I used to care, to want to be with you. I'd have done anything for you, but no. You had to crush my heart, throw me aside. You didn't care, you never did, and you laugh in my face at my pain, gossip to you peers about how you did me wrong.
Well now it's my turn. You come to me now; try telling me that you were dumb before? Try telling me that you cry at night because of your stupidity; your foolishness? Well now I can laugh. You see, I've moved on. I've finally found someone who makes me happy. Someone who doesn't care what crowd I'm in. I've finally found someone who fell in love with me, the real me. I don't care that I'm laughing in your face as you cry before me, crying as one who has lost their chance at happiness, for now. Someday you will look back to this day and realize, with great stupidity, that it never would've worked out, as I have.
You were never right for me, and it took me so long to figure that out. The nights I've spent crying over you, I could have been happy, carefree. But those nights have also made me stronger. Upon the realization that you just weren't worth it, I've realized that I don't need someone who won't give me the time of day's opinion, or approval. I matter. I am someone and I have feelings. And for you to think you can change that, well now you know how it feels.
Go home and cry. See if I care. I'm glad you can finally feel the agony of a heartbreak, the agony I've felt for you. I hope you finally feel the regret of turning away from me, of choosing your gossiping friends over me the whole time we were together, the whole time I needed you. I want to hurt you, make you cry. I want to know that it was I who condemned you into this low life sack, weeping in front of me. I will not comfort you. I will not lower myself to this level, to allow myself to feel the need to fix you, comfort you. I will not stay here and listen to your pleas for mercy, and in that, I turn away and start to leave, because I don't care about you anymore.
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But then again, I do. I don't want you to feel that way. I don't want you to cry anymore. Am I really that low to stoop down to this level, you're level? Am I really that stubborn, that I can't see how you really are trying to change? I am not. So in that, I turn around. I gather up enough courage as you look up from your hands at me with your stupid, tear-stained face, and I hug you. I smile as I realize my stupidity in the situation, especially considering what I had just felt, but I can't let all of these years of friendship go to waste. I can't just leave someone I once cared about behind. I can't do all of this, because I'm not you. I care.
- Just a little rant. It's not about anything or anyone in particular, so you don't need to go beat someone up for me ;), and I also don't know what the inspiration was. Enjoy!-