Emo Love
Grace M

I sit under this tree and think about things, and always come to this conclusion: I truly need love in my life. The wind blows through the leaves with a soft murmur, and I wonder if I will ever find the one for me. Perhaps tonight I will see them. Maybe, with just a stroke of luck...

I shy away from the dancing, sipping on punch, when I see him. I know right away he is the love of my life. Sleek, powerful and wicked all come into my mind at the same time. He wears sunglasses inside at night, which makes my heart go aflutter, and the bag he nonchalantly wears, hanging from around his neck and making a grayish line on his black shirt as it travels to his waist. Then there are his pants, covered in long, silver chains and pockets all over in awkward places to put things. I run up to him, hopeful that he will like me as much as I already adore him.

“Hello. Would you like to dance?” I go straight for the kill. I am never one to dawdle when it comes to the subject of dancing with someone else.

“I’m sorry,” is his hurtful reply. My life shatters before my eyes, and my dreams melt into an abyss of sorrow. “I’m with someone right now.” Those words sting at my heart, and I swear that I will find and destroy the girl that has stolen my true love’s heart! I hear something behind me, and my soul-mate is talking with another man, not nearly as cute as him, with scruffy hair and a complexion reminiscent of a feathered creature. He does, however, wear a similar outfit to the other. I wave in a friendly manner, and he gives me the strangest stare, causing my spine to shiver as I walk away, hoping to find my beloveds girl and ruin her.

As I stalk the party, I routinely gaze over at the boy that has stolen my heart, still simply talking to the other man. I wonder if they are brothers, or perhaps best friends or roommates from college. Suddenly I realize I have no idea who I’m looking for. What kind of girl would he go for?

Am I even the kind of girl he would go for?

Should I change myself to make him love me, or assume it is not meant to be?

So many questions flood my mind, and I have to escape the crowded room for a bit. My loves friend walks out a little while after I did, and heads to the parking lot, still looking remotely like some sort of large bird. I can’t help but sigh, wishing I could be as close to him as that man was. Suddenly, I decide to take some action and resolve to do something about my situation. Standing up, I stride over to the bird-like man.

“Excuse me?” I ask as an opener, desperately hoping for a sparking reaction.

“Oh, your that girl that was talking to him.” he almost says it like he is swatting me away, as he would a fly.

“Oh yes... he is immensely interesting. Would you mind terribly telling me about him?” I ask, hoping to get the smallest sliver of information I can to snare him for myself.

“Just this,” he says, pausing slightly as my own breath trembles and I suppress a cough, “he doesn’t like you, and he never will.”

I shiver and turn away, appalled by what that man had just said to me. Not only was it cruel and terrifyingly fierce, but he read my intentions like I was an open book. Am I that transparent that anyone can see who I like and want to be with? Could this happen to me or is this all dream? Reality comes through again as I turn to the man. “And why is that?” I ask, almost violently.

“Because...” I don’t hear the finish of the sentence, for I am just running as far away as I can. I want to get away from my love, from that man that appalled and read me, and from all that stupid talk about love. Who really needs it, anyway?