Tuesday is the day, and even before Valentine's I'd got the stab.
She won't be coming to school on Tuesday, driving test. And what then? Anybody with half a brain could know what happens next. Yes, she meets up with her boyfriend and off they go for a sweet date. And me, what happens? I'm stuck in school, doing unfinished homework and biting my nails off at unknown questions.
The jealousy shall burn, but at least I'm gonna be well-sedated. New bottle of drugs, high power, sure to kill any pain that strikes. I guess I'm better off than some people, my pain is mental and can be expressed physically, which keeps my mind from not going insane.
I never understood. What do I lack? Did I not protected her from harm since 12 years ago? Did I ever forgot her birthday or any important occasions, and be the first to give my greetings? Did I not spent blood and money on doing my duty as her friend? Did I not fought, bled, coughed and hurt for her? And all I get was a damn "Its impossible for us..."
I have no looks, no money, no class, no air of personality, and certainly knows no flowery words. I'm born as a fighter, and I will always be one, but what use is a fighter when he is weak? He serves no other purpose left, waiting for his time to come. My scissors are now rusted, rusted with iron and blood of enemies, but what is the use of them? They cannot bring me what I want.
In a trance this afternoon that shocked my friends, they told me I kept murmuring strange fragments of words. What did I say I did not know, but what I saw was real. She was turning her back towards me, and she walks away. A piece of burnt paper flies into me and I see my name is burnt away on it. Then the fire burns me and I wake temporarily, seeing Zi Yuan, then everything is black.
This surely means something, but it takes time to show me the meaning.
I would give my life for her, sadly she knows not, and another lucky guy has got her.
I have the curse of Valentine