Lost Love

He waited for her in the lonely store, hoping that she would come in tonight. She's not expecting him- why would she? She hasn't seen him in 2 years. Not a single word has been passed between them, but he found himself missing her more and more until he couldn't take it anymore. He needed to find her. He needed to tell her that he might love her. 1

Finally a girl walks in and her sight catches his eye. It must be her. His heart panged with sorrow as he realized how different she looked. She was much thinner, she looked more weak and tired. He noticed scars on her arm- no matter, he's always known her to be clumsy. What alarmed him the most was her eyes. Instead of being full with emotion, they looked vacant. She looked as if she was just a body, living just to live. It was as if she was a lonely soul trapped in her body, forced to watch the world turn. The happy, charmful girl he once knew seemed to stay in the past, never to be mentioned again in the future.2

He decided to watch her from afar for awhile. she walked quietly into the cafe and sat at a table for two. She was quiet, small compared to the world. No one had even noticed that she walked in. She sat at an angle to him. Perfect- she can't see him yet and he still had perfect view to her empty but beautiful eyes.
He watched her, captivated by her every move. She had taken out her laptop a while ago, but he paid no attention to what she was doing with it. He was just watching her. Her and her lonely- almost sad eyes. 3

He must have stared at her for a moment too long; she suddenly felt a pair of eyes on her. She glanced around for a moment and then turned back to her laptop. He was watching her from behind a bookshelf, so she didn't notice him. There was a spark of confusion and paranoia in her eyes that lasted less than a second. That was the most emotion he would get from her.4

Finally gathering his courage, he moved closer to her. Now he was behind her, barely a few feet away from her seat, feigning interest in a small bookshelf next to him. He was watching her form the corner of his eye, watching her delicate fingers move across the keyboard. Her breathing suddenly became shaky, as if she was about to cry- or as if she was finally admitting to something she was trying to hide. Finally curious, he glanced to her screen. His heart fell at the first sentence he read.5

"Love is a fairy tale, never meant to be."6

So, she doesn't believe in Love? No wonder she was so empty, so lonely. She had lost faith in the one meaning of life. Sighing, he closed the book he never took interest in. He walked out the door and whispered "I Love you." To the summer air, and walked away. 7

At her laptop, she would never know that her words drove away her only chance at love. She changed their fates forever.