𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐋𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙢, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜. 𝙎𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣' 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚." (Just that part as the rest of the song is–no words.) 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗘𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲- 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝘁 𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗶𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗿. I wonder if what we have is real or just 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭. If what we have is a joke. She's the popular the girl—the one with boys swooning over her, the one who has the perfect life. And I'm just... 𝐦𝐞. A target for bullies, a guy with average grades—yes, I'm not even that super quiet, super smart kid. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭. Sometimes I think she does too. I think that she's just dating me for fun—like a toy to be played with. And I think that I'm 𝐧𝐨𝐭 worth it for her. At first, we hit it off—late night talks, small jokes only we'd understand, and a bond unbreakable. Lately I feel like that's not the case. Like she's just 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞... Like whenever she declines my dates, or tells me that she needs space, panic settles in. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝? 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞. But the next day, she acts as if nothing ever happened. I mean, she's probably laughing her 𝐚𝐬𝐬 off with her 'friends' at the things I say or do. And today, I find myself at her house—her parents weren't in town.