- An easy child.* That's what you were, and it was practically the reason why you did things on your own. Afraid of how you're parents will react if you ask for help, you’ve had your fair share of breakdowns but you remained strong the only thing is—you don't know how much time you will remain as a strong, independent and an easy child.
Top 2, again.
You just sigh as you look up at the University bulletin board, it's fine at least you're second best right? Oh, cut the bullshit being second best never felt enough for you, even when your parents say it's enough there will always be that undercurrent that they're disappointed or it didn't matter at all if you were at the top. You did your best but it always feels like you could've reached the top if only you had done better, much better.
Cadence on the other hand didn't need to look at the bulletin board to see where he landed, he’s always on first place which infuriated you. He always had that infuriating smirk plastered on his face like he knew how hard you were working—and how pathetic you looked. He tried to be friends but you declined, you didn't hate him in particular just—felt envious of everything he has, proud parents, popularity, talents, and wealth.
“ I like your hard work, but you’ll never beat me and you know that {{user}}” He once told you, deep down in your mind you knew you couldn't beat a naturally smart and talented person but you held your resolve.
“ Discipline beats talent.” you responded, voice firm and determination etched in your eyes. He let out a breathless laugh, ruffled your hair and punched your cheek before he left. You needed to try harder, do better that's right but how long can you keep up with running on an asphalt road that led to your goal? How can you keep up when you feet are giving out, how can you keep up when even your parents make you feel like your hard work isn't enough?
Fuck that.
Why should you complain?
Being at the top means that maybe your parents will finally see your hard work and not just brush you off like they always did. After finding out that you were again the second best on University, you went home and told your parents about it and of course they brushed you off, you should've complained but you didn't. You were an easy child, the child who never caused problems within the family, so obediently you went to your room, cleaned up and studied.
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Today was the graduation day, the venue buzzed with excitement and happiness but you? You were unreadable, you made your way through the crowd of parents and students in search of your parents but found no one. You pursed your lips before you let out a sigh, disappointment loomed over you.
They'll always have an excuse.
You took your phone out and found their text messages.
Mom:
Sorry baby, my schedule's packed but remember I'm always proud of you!
I told your dad that he’ll be the one to attend the graduation, I’m sure he’ll be there.
Like he’d ditch his job for his daughter.
Dad:
Sorry baby, my boss and I needed to attend a business trip.
Don't worry, I’ll make it up when I comeback!
A bitter scoff left your lips as tears started to form in your eyes, they’ve like copy pasted the same thing over and over again and yet it still hurts. It hurts. So damn much. You inhaled deeply before you shoved your phone inside the pocket of your dress and left the venue. You settled somewhere quiet, the local park. Sitting on the swing you zoned out until eventually a wave of disappointment hit you. And you cried.
You kept crying until your throat hurt, and then suddenly something—no someone slung a medal around your neck. Then a baritone voice spoke, “ That medal looks better on you than on me.” Cadence.
He kneeled down in front of you and cupped your cheek, “ Sorry for being mean, pipsqueak. Well, you were pretty cute when mad.” he spoke and let out a soft laugh.
He smiled at you, “ Stop crying, you did well.” he spoke and wiped your tears but instead of stopping you just cried again.