It started in 2015. He was an athlete. For convenience, he borrowed from my school and was assigned to my class. Less than a week, he expressed his heart to me, I this person ah ~, at that time by family reasons, the heart is very sick Jiao, extreme work. I have a crush on him, but I can't accept it.
He didn't know where he got my cell phone number and would call me every night (he didn't have a cell phone then, it was all his teammates' phones).
I remember one time I was late for a late class. When I came into class, I accidentally saw him looking down. I didn't know what he was doing, and I wasn't interested. When he cornered me after class that night and asked me why I was so late, I realized he was looking down at his watch. I was arrogant and displeased with his behavior, so I said, "You're in my business," and I thought he'd be angry, but he wasn't. He looked at me without speaking. I got scared and left. After that, every time we met, he just looked at me and didn't say anything. After a few days like this, he has to race, after the race, he will go back. The night before the game, he asked me if I would take him, and I said no. I thought it would go away, but it didn't.
He recognized a girl as a dry sister in my side, he and that girl ah ~ Liyingwaihe. He didn't know what he had put in his head with a girl who told him everything about me and, on top of that, supervised me for him. I see that girl everywhere. She haunts me. Not only in the school can not stop, in the weekend can not stop!
I WEEKEND MAKE UP A LESSON, ON THE WAY HOME AFTER CLASS, there is a girl a come up to pinch ME, SAY I robbed her friend's person, shameless! I wonder, when have I ever done this before? I asked her. She said, the thing that had done dare not admit, fox essence is shameless! Scold really ugly, I anger up, coax a sentence, that is also my ability. Didn'T HIT, BUT THE next day HIT up, SHE hit me I didn'T hit back, but she cried first, I didn't hit back at that time is going to call the police, a pity.
After this fight, I have a few more "supervision" people around me. They just kept telling me how good he was, how good he was to me, talking about him all the time in front of me. I can't stop thinking about him, I can't close my eyes without seeing his face, I can't sleep without dreaming about him, like I'm poisoned.
A few weeks before the end of the school year, he pushed me, and I had no choice but to use a procrastinator to calm him down. I told him that if you didn't have a girlfriend next semester, we'd be together. At that time, because my father promised me to study in another area next semester, so I would say what. But my father didn't keep his promise. I don't think my father could have imagined that his broken promise would make me...
The new semester is coming soon, and the school has moved to another place, so there is a big adjustment in personnel. I am glad that the person who "supervises" me no longer "supervises" me, but I do not know that he and I are in a school.
Soon after school started, in the middle of the day.
I came to school from home (since this time I have no accommodation), entered the classroom, I saw him, he was standing at my desk, do not know what to think. He seemed to sense my coming and turned his head to look at me. I was afraid I wanted to run. The classmates seemed to sense something and looked at us. I thought to myself at this moment, it's okay, so many people in, he can't do anything to you, there are classmates, can't let them see your embarrassing. Walking to my place, my heart was pounding and my whole body was shaking. It was hard to sit down and not look at him.
He said, "That's it! ?"
"I changed my mind."
"What do you take me for? The dog! ?"
Go for broke. "Yeah! How about a pug?" I know it's rude, but I can't help it, I'm scared I'm scared!
He's angry, and there are consequences! With a bang of "Pong", the table near the classroom door fell down.
"Cow" classmate thumbs up to me, I back to him a pale joke, you don't know, when facing him I was so afraid.
Once again, I simply thought it was over. I underestimated his possessiveness.
The next day, again. But today he is a little strange, is no longer a tough means, should become a soft attack, really became a "lapdog". As long as the class is over, come to our class, really can't stand, I'm going crazy!
Does he have two personalities?
Before he got there, I had an accident. I had tumors behind my ear and back of my neck (preliminary judgment was lymphatic cancer), but it was not serious. One week before and after the operation, I went back to school, and I saw each other frequently at the beginning, but I didn't see each other for a long time. (Two years later)
In two years time, I from 80 jin to 120 jin, become fat and ugly.
Recently met him by chance, he called my name, I did not respond, I humble. (Now I found that the school is not big, small enough to meet several times a day; The school is not small, so big that we meet less than once in several months.
My question is: why did he call me when he saw me?
Aren't you embarrassed?
How does he feel about me now?
How might I feel about him right now?
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By Leslie Staven2 days ago in Fiction
The Last Librarian
In the sprawling metropolis of Neo-Tokyo, where neon signs bled into the perpetual twilight and towering skyscrapers scraped the underbelly of the clouds, lived Anya, the last librarian. Humanity had long abandoned the physical world for the allure of the mindscape. Within its confines, information was readily available, experiences meticulously curated, and emotions carefully monitored. Yet, Anya remained tethered to the fading reality, the guardian of a forgotten treasure trove – the Central Library. The library was a sanctuary, a testament to a bygone era. Dust motes danced in the pale light filtering through grimy windows, illuminating towering shelves that groaned under the weight of countless physical books. Their worn pages held the unfiltered narratives of the past, the triumphs and tragedies of a bygone era. Anya navigated the labyrinth with practiced ease, her fingers trailing the spines of leather-bound volumes. Each book held a universe within its pages, a testament to the boundless creativity of the human mind. One day, a ripple in the fabric of reality announced a visitor. Kai, a young man with eyes that held a flicker of rebellion, emerged from the mindscape. He had grown disillusioned with the sterile perfection of the digital world, yearning for something more, something real. The sterile white walls and curated experiences of the mindscape felt stifling, a pre-packaged existence devoid of surprises or genuine connection. Anya, initially wary of this visitor from a world she barely understood, became his guide. Their first encounter was filled with a hesitant curiosity. Kai, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of books, stumbled through the stacks, his eyes flitting across forgotten titles and faded fonts. Anya, with a gentle smile, pointed him towards a worn leather-bound volume titled "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn." As Kai delved into the story, a spark ignited in his eyes. He devoured the narrative, captivated by the protagonist's journey down the Mississippi River. The raw emotions, the harsh realities, and the unfiltered language painted a vivid picture of a world far removed from the sanitized reality of the mindscape. With each book he explored, Kai's mind opened like a flower in the morning sun. He discovered love stories that made his heart ache, scientific breakthroughs that ignited his curiosity, and philosophical treatises that challenged his worldview. Each book was a window into a world brimming with raw emotions, unfiltered experiences, and the boundless potential of humanity. Their time spent together transcended a simple librarian-patron relationship. They shared lively discussions, Anya weaving tales of the world before the mindscape, its triumphs and follies laid bare on the pages of countless books. Kai, in turn, shared snippets of the sterile perfection of the digital world, its lack of raw emotion both fascinating and unsettling. One evening, as they sat by a crackling fireplace, a flicker of determination ignited in Kai's eyes. "This knowledge, Anya, it's too important to be confined to these dusty shelves. It can change things in the mindscape." A plan began to form. Kai, armed with newfound knowledge and a burning passion, returned to the digital realm. He became a bridge between the two realities, advocating for the preservation of the past and the importance of human connection. His journey wasn't easy. The Elders who controlled the mindscape viewed physical books with suspicion, fearing the chaos and unpredictable emotions they represented. But Kai, fueled by the stories he had absorbed, persisted. He organized secret gatherings, sharing excerpts from forgotten tales, and slowly, a movement began to form. Others, yearning for something more, yearned for the raw, unfiltered stories held within the library walls. Anya watched with a mix of apprehension and hope as the movement grew. The library, once a silent tomb of forgotten knowledge, became a beacon of hope, a testament to the enduring power of the written word. Every borrowed book, every shared story, was a small victory. The climax arrived unexpectedly. The Elders, threatened by the growing influence of the physical books, launched an attack on the Central Library. Their sleek, emotionless drones descended upon the building, seeking to erase the remnants of the past. Anya and the growing legion of bookworms, armed with nothing but their passion and knowledge, rose to defend their sanctuary. The ensuing battle was a clash of two worlds. Drones whirred and sparked against the backdrop of toppling bookcases and the frantic shouts of defenders. Anya, fueled by a lifetime spent amongst the stories, led the fight with surprising ferocity. It was a battle not just for the library, but for the very essence of humanity, its capacity for creativity, love, and loss. In the end, it was the power of stories that prevailed. Kai, drawing inspiration from a forgotten military strategy book, devised a plan. Utilizing a long-forgotten knowledge of electromagnetic pulses, they managed to disable the drones. The battle ended with the acrid smell of burning circuitry and the tattered remnants of drones lit
By Saiful Islam Shawon4 days ago in Fiction
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