writers craft gives me boners.

"i don't love him anymore" she thought to herself, watching as he stalked towards her.
it wasn't the first time this had occured to her, either. each day she found something else about him that replused her.
His chapped lips, the way he chewed with his mouth open. but most of all, what really ticked her off about him was the fact that he was completely in love with her, and she couldn't bring herself to telling him the truth.
that she was was in love with someone else.

that summer had been amazing. they spent everyday together, not doing anything of great significance but spending time with one another was enough. nothing would be able to top that. she'd be gone soon anyways, so what was the point of trying?
with each passing day she grew more and more bitter. there was only so much she could do. what was going to happen was inevitable.
'i should tell someone'
but really, who could she turn to? she had lost everyone months ago. he was the only constant.
'what's worse, the knowledge or the surprise?'
knowledge.
surprise.
knowledge.
even if she talked to someone, they couldn't help either.

knowledge + resentment = diaster.

"you look different, dev" he said, once he finally reached her.

her neck tensed. if having a boys name, Devon, wasnt bad enough being called Dev made her want to scream.

"i do?"

"mmhmm. are you sick?"

"i'm just... tired"

she couldn't do it. they sat together and watched as hundreds of people passed directly infront of them. it was the busiest street in the city, and she found people watching to be very therapeutic. forgetting who she was for a minute and becoming someone else freed herself from the mental confidment for enough time to forget about everything.

evertything she ever did.

everything she ever said.

everything she ever loved.

suddenly every face looked the same. common characteristics resembled that of 'the other'. that was the name she had given to brad. the boy who stole her heart when it was already taken. she couldn't bring herself to saying his name. 'the other' was so much more sufficient.

lost in her thoughts, she heard a famillar voice in the distance.

"dev?"

she shot back into reality.

"yeah?"

"did you hear what i just said?"

"oh.. no, sorry..."

"are you sure you're okay?"