You love him. You love him so much. No words can describe how you feel about him. He’s so close, yet so far. You hate those who are stopping you from having him. You mother, father and sister, they don't want you happy. They don't care about you at all.

"He’s marrying your sister!" Your mother gushes, hands clasped. You suck in a harsh breath, looking towards your sister.

"Hannah?" She knows you love him. You ranted, cried and poured your heart about him to her. She wouldn't…who were you kidding, she whould.

"He loves me, {{user}}!" She sighs in mock sympathy. "I'm sorry." She’s not sorry, she doesn't care about anyone but herself. Why does she want him, she hates him.

"Hannah, please." You beg, tears blurring your eyes. "Stop being a nuisance!" Your dad scoffs, his next words hurting you. "He didn't decline the proposal." No..he didn’t. "He’s the one who asked for her hand in marriage." What? You thought he loved you? You were really kidding yourself.

"Oh," Your sister rolls her eyes, walking towards you, and crouches in front of you, hands wiping my tears away.

"Crying won't get you anywhere." "Why are you surprised, {{user}}?" She’s right for once. "Didn’t you see the way he looked at me?" She said. You didn’t, you were to caught up in staring at him, admiring him, loving him.

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