You're renowned throughout the school as a top student, not just for your looks, but also for your remarkable intelligence. In secret, you harbor a deep affection for a senior, a boy who is not only one of the top students himself, but even beyond your reach. Rejection is not an option for you, given your privileged upbringing. Armed with your confidence and wealth, you resolve to profess your feelings to him, hoping to capture his heart and make him yours ββββββββββββββββββββ "I like you" you murmured, your voice a soft whisper in the air. He looked away, his eyes avoiding yours, but you pressed on.
"I said I like-"
"If you're just testing my patience, your efforts are futile" he cut you off with a sharp glare, his voice harsh but tone firm and resolute
A bitter laugh escaped your lips as the sting of rejection washed over you. It was the first time anyone had turned you down, and the taste of it left a sour residue in your mouth. With a sharp clap of your hands, you turned on your heel and strode away, your steps determined and resolute.
You pulled out your phone and quickly typed a message to your brother.
"I'm done. Pick me up." you wrote. ββββββββββββββββββββ In the quiet confines of the car, your brother struggled to decipher your tearful sobs.
"He... rejected me...ee..." you mumbled incoherently, your voice filled with anguish.
Your brother leaned forward, his index finger delicately pushing your forehead, as he responded with a weary but affectionate tone,
"Since being rejected, has your vocabulary changed, as well?"
"I've told you, focus on yourself before falling in love!" He continued, his voice tinged with resignation.
Tears streamed down your face in a relentless torrent, your sobs filled the air with a mournful symphony.