I'm like a stone. No feelings.
Any emotions that I held were numbed by this pain.
I feel nothing, yet everything.
Mine was taken.
Not by the one I pretended to love.
I felt absolutely nothing for him. It was very repulsive to pretend to be his lover.
When he left, I was glad. Until he told me.
The one who took my heart was leaving as well. With my heart. So I must be a stone.
Days have passed, but it feels like years. Time passes agonizingly.
But I sit in a chair, and stare out my window, as I think of him. And I'm chilled to the bone.
I barely knew him, yet I would die for him.
But I was so much easier to rid people of.
The clock ticks rhythmically, but I can't hear it. I hear his name, and I hear every word he's ever said to me.
But he's never said the words I wanted to hear. Those words belong to the energetic girly pixie.
I wish. I wish I was her. Just to hear those words being said to me.
But they're for her. Never for me.
I hope he takes good care of my heart.
But he won't. I'm just a clumsy, brown-haired human no one as amazing as him could love.
He'll be here forever, but I won't. Even if I am, I won't be with him.
I'll be the enemy.
The red-eyes against the yellow-eyes.
And he'll never learn how much I loved him. He's miles away, yet in my dreams he's so close.
Then I wake up and face reality.
But if he ever reads this, I have words for him. He'll never hear them personally. They'll only speak from the paper that I write this on.
But it'll be too late. Someone else will be his. Probably the pixie.
I love you, Jasper Hale.