[A/N: this story didn't really come out right. the beginning and the ending is a bit off, like it doesn't connect properly. i might fix it if i could find a way but till then, this is how the story's gonna be. and although it was supposed to be on the spot cus i really intended it to be, it wasn't.]

She sits in front of her laptop. New blank document in front of her. On the spot. She’ll write a story on the spot. ‘Baby, I’m Sorry’ plays on her iTunes.

I grabbed you with outstretched hands. But you disappeared like a dream, white smoke clouded my eyes. I should have said I love you. I should have said I’m sorry.
Her stomach growls with hunger. But she can’t eat. This has to be on the spot.

I remember how I couldn’t get enough of him. Every second of my sanity were spent thinking about him. My friends, they thought I was crazy. You had another girl by your side. I was just a passerby. They told me to be careful but I just had to have more of you. An addiction that ended up in tears, many nights of tears.
She suddenly had an intense craving for ice-cream, preferably strawberry flavored. Right, so not the main point right now.

You were like the shooting star that fell into my hands. All of my wishes came true. And when you finally said ‘I love you’, I got sent straight to heaven and I would have died with a smile on my lips. You were the sweetest, most romantic person I have ever known. You who shine are my one and only.
She gets up, stretching her legs that were starting to cramp. She walks out to the balcony and looks up into the sky. She remembers the night the sky smiled at her. A soft wind blows. She wishes it’ll blow her to her love, just to make it easier.

I thought we belonged together. I thought wrong. We were the best of friends but we could never be lovers. You said and did many things, many that touched my heart and made me happy but those were not meant for me. You deserve better.
Her phone vibrates signifying an incoming message.

Oh baby, this short text message is too short to express my love for you.
She rolls her eyes and places her phone back on the table. He could be so mushy sometimes. He’s not supposed to be like this though, not to her at least.

I said I will forget you. I said I will let you go. What kind of fool was I to have said that? The memories haunt me and every night the tears fall down my cheeks again. That one picture I took with you is now crumpled. I’ve looked at it so many times a day that when I close my eyes, I can still see it clearly. If its not you, I can’t love again. Without you, I can’t breathe. Please come back to me.
Blah. What kind of sappy story is she writing? ‘A Fool’s Tears’ is definitely getting to her.

I wish I could hug you again. I want to go back to that time when I first saw you. I couldn’t take my eyes of you. As if time had stopped, as if I was new to love. You sat across me; we were in a Scrabble competition. You won that day, not only the game, but my heart. As I watched you ran across the road and away from me, I felt lost because it was only right that you were by my side.
Personal experience helps. She misses the pain, the pain of love. Her love life is so boring; she is reduced to writing sad soppy fanfics to satisfy her boredom. Its not that they are no guys chasing after her or showing interest in her, its just she’s not interested in them. They aren’t what she is looking for. That is if she knows what she is looking for.

It’s time to say goodbye. These memories, they may fade but I will remember that I once loved and once was loved. -The end-
The phone rings again. This time, it’s an incoming call.

Hey, how are you? I miss you. I’ve been thinking that we should get together. I know you like me. I can see it in your eyes. Don’t run away from me just because you think you might hurt me.

Wha…?
No, let me finish. I am exactly what you’re looking for and I will prove it to you. I’m Kwon Ji Yong, babe. You don’t get anyone better than me. 7pm, tomorrow. No backing out, I’m coming to pick you, kay? Good. Bye. Sweet dreams.
And he hangs up. She stares at the phone trying to catch up to the conversation, no it’s wasn’t even a conversation, more like an order that he just gave. Well, he is cute that way. He deserves a chance. Maybe love did get on the wind but blew him her way instead.

Now, what is she going to wear tomorrow?

Labels: fanfic, mine