História Short Love Story - Break

My heart is complete. He was perfect. He looked at me like nobody else did ever. And I love him like nobody else does. I knew a few more things about him, he had the same music tastes as me between other wonderful things... God, how was that possible? Even Alan said he had never seen me so obsessed over a guy. Because he wasn't just a guy. He was the guy I've always dreamed of. My black haired prince. My shy protective king, my dream boy. 

Anyways, let's move on to the Death Day, as I call it. their role was at 8 pm and we had to go as soon as we could. And so we did. It was a majestic sunset. Nature was romantically falling and submitting itself to the mysterious loving night, everything seemed so beautiful, so dreamy, so romantic. Oh, I was so in love with him. The skies were violet and blue, with tons of pink and an aggressive red. We arrived there, and there he was. So arrogantly beautiful. His eyes had an antipathetical expression that only I could see through. He looked at me so sweetly, so protectively, so lovingly. My mom, of course, said he looked arrogant. He did. I didn't think so, but someone who wasn't loved by him thinks that. 

The show was about to start, and we already were inside the theatre building. We presented ourselves to Amy's friends and they presented themselves too. A few good minutes passed, and the boy kept on not looking at me and disappearing. Until the moment of my death. I was standing on the stairs of the building and Alan had a shocked expression in his face. I thought it was something bad, because he then looked at me with pity in his eyes.

 - He has a girlfriend.

One stab. Right in my heart. A girlfriend? So he did not love me. He did not complete me. Those eyes were fake, that beauty was a betraying low trap. My heart pounded. Waved a smile and told Alan it was ok. But I was not. I was dying right in front of all those people. You know what's funny? He came to talk to us about the role, and he didn't have to. He kept on staring at me like the other day. He kept on making me love him like he deserved my love. At the whole role, he looked a billion times at me. He just kept on performing while putting his black eyes on me. I even went to the stage to help them acting, and his eyes looked at me submitting themselves like I was some kind of evil mermaid seducing him.  He was scared. Afraid, I felt it. I did to. I couldn't be close to him or I would shake like I had some sort of parkinson. I would float, get off of the Earth to a Paradise. A black Paradise. A Deadly Paradise. A forbidden one. Even when he was with his girlfriend he stared at me. And I, you ask? Oh, I was making the biggest effort not to cry. Guess it really is true... "Love is fire that burns but is not seen; it's a scar that hurts but isn't felt". No one could see. And nearly nobody understands how hurtful it was. Deadly. I went home knowing that one of the actors found me cute, everyone loved my performance, and everyone was happy. But not me. And I honestly hope he wasn't either. Or better, I hope he is, because he is going to break up with the girl. I hope so. I really hope he realizes what's going on. Because if he doesn't... My pain would be in vain, my break would be insignificant. And I can't stand that idea. This isn't just a small heartbreak. It's a guy that stabbed a woman. It's an assailant that rob a diamond treasure. It's a mafia leader that left one's life empty. It's him that broke my heart.