I'm not her. I'm not him.
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She fell in love with him. He ain't your typical popular boy, the one with the good clothes, good looks, good grades. He's the one in the corner staring out the window like it's another whole world. I don't get it. Why would she fall for the guy no one sees? Average, average, average. She's the real beauty. I really don't get it. ...But, on we go.

I'm the type of girl who watches their crushes from a distance. So I watch her. Watch her get close to him, watch as he falls for her, and watch as my heart breaks. A month goes by. They start dating. Another month goes by. I'm slowly letting go. Senior year comes. I've basically forgotten all about it. We graduate. I go to college. My life is just on repeat. Go to my classes, study, work, date, break up, repeat.

I join a company. Work, pay rent, get up everyday. That's all I do. One day, I meet her again. She joins my company. I see that silver ring on her marriage finger. Didn't think it still hurts, but it does. I'm feeling the stabs of pain running through my chest like little needles. One moment I'm smiling politely, the next I'm wrestling out my chair and rushing out the door. Then I'm running through the rain like a madman.

'Haha. It's that controlling feeling again,' I think. People are staring, but I don't care. My hair is flying behind me, my feet are hurting, and my head is spinning. I slam into someone and land face-first into a pond. Goddamn. I just... goddamn! I start crying, curling my hands into fists.

"Hey..." a voice asks me. I keep on sobbing. I'm just so tired. I see a pair of silver eyes looking at me. ...Silver. H-hmm... W-w-well, that's certainly interesting.

"W-what do you want?" I stutter. Ugh, my makeup is probably running and my hair got loose, and just... I must look like a mess. That silver-eyed guy holds out a hand to help me up. I look at up at him and glare. I brush away his hand before walking like 20 inches then passing out.

When I wake up, I'm sitting in a large bed with green walls around me. Great. Did I go drinking or something? Then it hits me. Quite literally actually, because a towel hits me in the face.

"W-wha-" I try to sputter as a man with tawny hair peeks out from the doorway.

"Hey, pretty lady!" he says with a smile on his face. Pretty lady. Hey, well, that's new. One moment I'm in some emotional breakdown, I pass out, wake up in some stranger's room, and currently I'm being called a pretty lady. Might I also emphasize that this is some random stranger? Adding on that, he has these piercing silver eyes. You know in books they talk about those characters with eyes that can 'pierce through your soul?' He's that type of guy. It honestly creeps me out.

Ugh... I just want to go home and cry my eyes out some more.

"Okay, look. Thanks for not just... leaving me on the ground back there, but where are we, exactly? Adding on that, what's the time?" I ask him.

"Oh, we're at my apartment!" he says with a frozen grin on his face. Yeah, like I didn't know that, Sherlock. I sigh, this guy is practically useless. I jump out of his bed. My purse is at his bedside, so I sweep it up and pass right by him.

You know, his apartment ain't that bad actually. It's quite nice, a bit expensive looking, and most important of all, comfy. Too bad I can't stay here.

"I gotta go. See ya, silver eyes," I tell him. You know, the perfect medicine. Going home and reading comics with a bottle of pickles. Suddenly, he grabs my arm and smiles at me. His smile is still frozen on his face and he has this look on his face. ...Shoot, I know that look. We just stare at each other for a minute. Alright, I know what to do. I give him this very tight smile... and then I punch him in the face and jump out of the window.

THUMP-- I land on the ground and start running. I must of passed out for around 30 minutes or so, because the sky still looks the same and it's still raining. Actually, I'm super close to my company, aren't I? I could actually run there n--

THUMP-- ...Hey, well. Let's start running faster.

"HEY!" he yells as I start sprinting. You know, running in high heels isn't that appealing. Or easy. Or comfortable. So, you know... I just strip them off my feet. I know I shouldn't be saying this, but, this is pretty thrilling. Running on the brick sidewalks, under tents, watching as people stare at the girl with her shoes in her hands and a guy yelling behind her. And soon, I'm in front of my company. And she's coming out of the building. I practically just stop and she just stares at me.

"...Mari? Is that yo--" she tries to ask me, but is cut off by a loud yelling.

"I'M SO SORRY! I-- JUST-- UHM--" the guy tries to tell me. I completely ignore him. I just stare at her. She stares at us. Aah, that feeling again. Guess I'm not truly over her...

While I'm having an internal debate, this guy over here moves closer to me. And closer. And even closer. I don't even notice, I'm so busy just cursing myself. Telling myself how I'm practically chained to her.

Then he just... hugs me. Silver eyes here just hugged me. In front of her. In front of my company building. But more importantly, IN FRONT OF HER. ...Almost started crying right there for a second, actually. I'm just too emotional today.

"Uh... Mari. Did I bother you?" she asks me while slowly inching away. Wait, wait, wait. Why is she moving away? Damn, I gotta stop her.

"No, of course not, Alice!" I say happily, plastering a fake smile on my face. I push Silver Eyes off me and step on his feet. I just realized, he was bare foot too. Hm.

"Mari," she says, furrowing her eyebrows. Aah. Ah. I just remembered. One reason why I fell for her, she could see through anybody's mask or lies. Even if she barely knew them at all, she could still do it.

"What?" I reply. I brush a strand of hair behind my ear. I'm just going to pretend Silver Eyes isn't here. Her phone rings. The ringtone just sounds like birds chirping on a early morning day. She seems shocked for a split moment before she puts back on her business face.

"I'm sorry, I have to take this call," she tells us. Even though she has a calm face, there's something in her eyes that I don't like...
She walks away from us and sits on a bench.

"Alright, look, I'm sorry," Silver Eyes says. I turn towards him slowly, and narrow my eyes.

"Whaddya apologizin' for?" I tell him, letting my old way of talking flow through my voice like water.

"I-- uhm. Making you run away from me, I guess... Along with other things," he squeaks out. Hah! Poor boy. He seems only a few years younger than me. He also seemed surprised by my sudden change of talking and mannerisms. My lips curl up in a smirk. I let my head fall to one side.

"There be nothin' to apologize for, boy," I say, picking up my heels and purse. I give strut pass him like I'm someone who's SO much more important than him. Hopefully, this guy will leave if I act like this.. When I'm a few meters away, I turn around slightly to the look at the boy. He looks speechless, even from this far away. Even if it's raining so hard where I can barely hear my mind. Even if I feel like I'm wallowing in my despair. Even if I'm drenched from head to toe, and he is too. I look down, quietly. On to another day. That's what I've learned. My story will go on, and end some day. I put on my heels and sigh.

What a poor boy.