[Now playing: Come to Me by Seventeen]
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How pathetic. Everything is twirling and swirling inside your mind, like a huge sewer flooding and mixing with the ocean water.

Great. Just great. Getting rejected by your long time crush, not once, not twice, but thrice.

In front of everyone that's present in the hallway, he crushed your heart once and for all heartlessly.

You felt like nothing is going well, and nothing you do is worth it anymore. All of those hidden and compressed stress are building up into one big arrow of hatred aiming right at you.

Maybe what the other people had said were right. That you're ugly, disgusting waste of space and no one would want to be with you.

There's definitely no way you're going home like this, you thought while wiping the tears that fall from your cheeks.

Your parents are going to ask why are you crying, and you're not in the mood to explain why. It's not that worth it to cry at, and yet when you said so to yourself the tears streams harder.

That's why you're currently sitting on the park bench, as far away from any crowd and people as possible.

You crouched in a fetal position, and crying your heart silently. While sobbing once in a while.

Until a meek voice cuts you from crying.

"Um, excuse me?"

You momentarily stopped whatever you're doing, but didn't have the courage to look up to the stranger. Waiting for the other to continue.

"I see you crying alone from afar, and I couldn't help but say something. Do you want to talk about it?"

Finally, you raise your head to meet the young man with blond hair. He has a warm smile and androgynous features. Strangely, he emits a calming aura that resembles a mom.

"You know, they say its easier to talk to stranger about your problems, since they don't know you personally"

You didn't answer, as you're still crying with some occasional sobs. He then sighs dejectedly and took an empty seat next to you.

"Well, can I at least offer my shoulder to cry on?"

You couldn't help but comply silently, reaching for his shoulder to cry some more. Muttering gibberish things no one could understand, and the muttering eventually turns into your thoughts and the reason why you're crying in a park bench.

He stayed silent and listen till the end, patiently and with care. While occasionally brushing your hair and patting your head with his free hand. He didn't show any disgust for the tears you shed on his clothes.

You're sure his shoulder must've been numb or at least in pain, but he didn't complain and softly gave you a few pat in the back when you're done crying completely.

"Do you feel better now?"

You nodded, while the late embarrassment washes over you. You just spill your sad love story into a stranger, who seems too nice to spend his time with a crying emotional stranger.

"I'd love to stay a bit more, but I need to go. I know I said we're just strangers, but believe me when I say you deserved better. Because you're precious and loved by many"

You waved him a goodbye and continue walking home after wiping your face with some tissues he gave you.

During the way home, a line the stranger said keeps ringing at the back of your mind, like a broken record.

'Because you're precious, and loved by many'

The end of your lips curled upwards, and the tears that died down started running once more. But this time, it was sweet and short-lived. Smiling, you thanked the man internally and lost in your own thoughts.

"Where do I heard that before?"

-y.j.h-