Sta.sh
In fact, all he could think about was what had happened starting from 2 days ago…
~~~Flashback~~~
"Um Alfred? I have something to tell you…" you mumbled a little, twiddling your thumbs and looking down at the floor, blushing.
"Yeah (Name)? What is it?" he questioned, noticing that you were acting differently then usual.
"Well, I-I like- no, I love you!" you corrected yourself.
Alfred gasped, wide-eyed, obviously not expecting you to say anything like that.
He then walked up to you and placed his hands on your chin, lifting your chin up so you could look at him. A glimmer of hope shined in your eyes, but the very next sentenced crushed it completely.
"I'm sorry (Name). But…I don't think I feel the same."
Feeling heartbroken, you mumbled an "It's ok" before running off with tears in your eyes, refusing to cry in front of Alfred.
That night as he lay in bed, he thought about what you had said. He was also thinking about his response. Did he really mean it? Did he really not feel the same way you do? And after a while, he finally got his answer.
Before dozing off though, he had one last thought,
'Don't worry (Name). The hero and the damsel in distress are going to be together again.'
The next day he got to school early, hoping to find you, but you weren't anywhere. Throughout the day, he checked all the places you usually hung out at, he even checked the canteen which you hated, but you weren't there either.
Finally during last period, he finally heard some news about you as two students were chatting. But not a good one.
"Hey did you hear, I heard a student here was found dead from falling of a building."
"Oh my gosh ! Who was it?"
"Someone called (Name) or something…"
Hearing that, Alfred grabbed all of his stuff and ran to the local hospital, ignoring all the weird stares from his classmates and teacher.
Reaching there, he ran up to the reception area and asked, "Excuse me? Did you hear anything about someone named (Name) (Last Name)?"
"As a matter of fact yes. Poor girl, by the time she got here it was…too late. Oh, by the way, do you know anyone called Alfred F. Jones?"
"That's me!" he yelled out.
"Well, this was found in (Name)'s pocket. It was addressed to you." Said the receptionist, handing Alfred and envelope with his name written on it.
Quickly flipping it open, he read it not uttering a single word. Then all of a sudden, he fell to the floor, crying his eyes out. Those around him all gave looks of pity, but he ignored them all, not seeing any reason he should care about them at this point in time.
~~~Flashback Ended~~~
He had still kept the letter, it being one of the few things he had left to remember you by. He had been re-reading it every one or two hours and he picked the letter up, about to read it again.
It read:
Hey Alfie,
I'm guessing by the time you found this, I'll be…you know…
Anyway, the reason I had to do this was because…I couldn't stand it anymore. You already know this but, my parents treat me like I'm trash, they even encourage my siblings to pick on me. You were also my only friend. I have had a crush on you for months and even though you rejected me…I still love you. But I just couldn't handle it, knowing that you'd probably be the only person to care for me in my entire life. But I guessed that shows that I have no one for me in this world…
But, I don't blame you, so don't blame yourself. Even though you don't love me, I still think you're my hero. You let me see how it felt like to be happy, how to laugh, how to smile, how to love.
So continue being the hero that you are and save some other damsel in distress.
Your good friend,
(Name)
After scanning through the letter for the millionth time that day, he set it down on the table.
"A hero? You're wrong (Name)…I'm not a hero," he mumbled to himself, those being the first words he said all day, as a tear slid down and onto the letter, coincidentally falling on the word 'hero', "…After all, no hero would cause this to his beloved…"
As it is said on 4chan
FUCK YOU OP FOR THESE FEELS
So sad....