But I watch your eyes as she
Walks by
What a sight for
Sore Eyes
Brighter than the
Blue sky
She's got you mesmerized
While I Die
Taeyong
"God, Heather is so pretty. She'd never like me back though, She's way out of me league. She probably doesn't even know I exist..." Jaehyun rambled on and on to me, not knowing it was slowing breaking my heart to hear him talk about someone like that who's not me.
"Mmhm. She is pretty. She probably feels the same way about you do, you're so handsome." I say, the same words I always say when he's ranting about some girl he likes, who always likes him back. I have to act like the supporting wingman friend. Even if it kills me.
"Do you like her too or something?" He asks. Honestly sometime I feel the urge to punch his beautiful face for how dumb he is.
"Hahaha no... um can we stop by my locker? I need to get something." I tell him.
"Sure! What do you need?" He asked me.
"It's a surprise," I say and wiggle my eyebrows making him giggle. I had gotten some chocolates for him the day before and I was going to give them to him today to maybe up my chances ? It's definitely insane since he'd never like me but oh well, I can't stop myself from hanging by on a thread.
We stop by my locker and I tell him to look away so I could get his treat. But just my luck as he turns Heather walks by.
"Hi Jaehyun," she says as she struts by, swaying her hips (probably making her seem irresistible in Jaehyun's eyes). I look up at Jaehyun. His eyes seem to light up like a child who just got some candy. He smiles back at her. My heart wrenches and I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Like always, I push away my feelings and quickly wipe my tears.
"So what did you need to get?" Jaehyun asks as he turns back toward me. I quickly grab a pencil, which was right next to the box of chocolates with Jaehyun's name on it.
"Ahaha nothing I just needed this pencil. Pranked you." I try to smile as I say the words but really I feel like bursting out and crying.
"Damn it! You really got me!" He chuckles. He really is oblivious. Nonetheless, I smile at him and try to brush off my regret of not giving him what I was supposed to. What would it even matter anyway though, he's never going to like me. Why am I even trying?
And I let go of the thread I was so desperately holding on to, and fall into my dark hole of despair.