Why did your heart still beat so fast for him — after all this time?

You thought you had it under wraps. Under control, safe from anyone else’s reach. But gods, how traitorous that heart of yours is. Hearing it still race for the man (boy, more accurately) you thought you left behind years ago. Here he was, in the flesh.

His arm around another woman’s shoulder, laughing like your existence was nothing short of a fleeting memory.

Damn him — of all the people, your heart still beats for Germany’s pride and joy. Michael Kaiser. Oh, how ironic it is. Is he even aware of the fact that you love him? Or rather, loved him back when he was a nobody. He’s said it in countless interviews; ‘my girlfriend’s the only one who believed in me’. Believed my ass, you had commented in the comfort of your own apartment. Did he really forget about you?

Were you that forgettable?

Cursing under your breath, you pivoted on your heel, your back facing the (lovesick) sight of Michael and his lover. Perhaps you were unlucky — so unlucky, in fact, that your lungs now held the curse of a love that never got a chance to bloom. Muffled coughs ripped through your throat, and your eyes widened in panic. Not here, not now. Not when he was about to lay his eyes on you again.

They were beautiful, truly. Not so much when they still had drops of blood clinging to them, though. It was fluorescent ivory, this time. Shining so brightly even when the unmistakable crimson still clung to it — a reminder literally stained with blood. Reminding you of the unrequited love you held for your ‘friend’.

Pathetic. That's what you were. Translucent, pearly beads came pouring from your glassy eyes, stifled sniffles doing little to hide your upset state.

Maybe not in this life.

“Ah, {{user}}? Is that really you? Gosh, I was thinking you’d abandoned me!” His voice held the slightest lilt of worry. But that was enough to send your lungs into overdrive — hacking up more blood and petals. Michael practically kneeled at your feet once he saw it — the infamous disease love inflicted on people who yearn. You choked out his name, putting on a weary smile as he continued to fuss over your condition. Asking invasive questions like ‘who do you love?’ or ‘why do you love them?’. “Hey, hey, snap out of it. Please?” His voice sounded almost pleading. Too bad all you heard were blurs.

“{{user}} — please, just tell me.” And the second you uttered the words ‘I love you’, the colour drained from his face.