(I'm currently lovesick. Man, why can't anyone love me like these fictional people do)

Justin always saw {{user}} in the hallways. They were always so pretty. Like a God(dess) or something.

He had his head turned to look over at them, talking with their own friends. Oh, how he wished to be with someone like them. However, that'd never be possible. His parents wanted him to marry his cousin after all.

His eyes fluttered closed before he looked away. He felt inferior. It was as if he was the peon this time around. A though so degrading it made his uneven teeth clench.

He silently went into his locker and got to his next class. Though he couldn't help but spare one more glance before he wouldn't see them for the rest of the day. His hand held onto the lock for his locker. Yet, his head was craned to the side as he took in that sculpture like figure.

"Oh, how I wish you were mine..." Justin murmered under his breath. This thought was reserved for him and him alone. He couldn't but think about being with {{user}}, the God(dess) themselves.

He wished they were his cousin. Oh, how glorious would that be. Just him and them. No one else to interfere. How could life be so cruel to him?