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The (Not So) Beautiful America

For the brokenhearted

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Hello, dear reader. You came here to look at your past, didn’t you? Are you sure that you wish to pursue this? Happiness lies up ahead, but it is clouded with sorrow. You have been warned.

Play. This is the first time your heart broke a little bit. You graduated middle school. It was another lazy day of summer vacation. That day, the sweltering heat woke you up, but you didn’t seem to mind. Why? Because of him.

Alfred F. Jones meant a lot to you. First and foremost, he was your first friend. At this point in the story, it seems, he is your first crush. Like most seeds of friendship, love blossomed. Alfred felt the same way about you. He was a teenage boy, how could he not be drawn to you?

This day started out like any other. You rose with the sun and immediately went to your window. Like any other day, you opened your blinds, regardless of how blinding the sun was. Next, you pushed up the frame.

Today, the air was very fresh. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to cleanse your lungs. When you opened them, brilliant blue eyes were gazing at you from across the way. Alfred always had the prettiest blue eyes.

Another attribute you found beautiful about the boy was his goofy grin. In your eyes, the sun didn’t rise until he smiled at you. After you saw his silly smile then, and only then, you could begin your day.

The thing that really sold the smile was his personality. Alfred was your hero after all. He was always so cheerful, energetic, athletic, muscular, dreamy… he was perfect for you, and you were sure of it!

Rewind. You cannot completely remember that day when you first met Alfred, but that day didn’t really matter to you.

The days that were really important to you were very memorable, like the day when the two of you made your secret handshake, that day when you two built a tree house, when you fell out of the tree house and he caught you but broke his arm, when you learned how to ride bikes together, the first day of school, all of the birthdays, the day you two learned each others greatest fears, and of course how he would always cheer you up on those days when you needed your beloved friend.

Alfie’s smile really let his personality through and made you think of all of the wonderful times you spent together. He was the closest person in your life, so you just wanted him to smile.

Play. So there you stood at your window, waiting for Alfie to smile, but he didn’t. He was not going to smile any time soon, either.

Concerned, you motioned for him to meet you outside. Not caring about greeting you family, you flew out the front door, kind of panicking. You immediately calmed down at the sight of those blue eyes.

He spoke, “_______... I’m in love with you. I was kind of wondering if you like me back and if it would be okay to kiss you."

You couldn’t react. This was all so sudden. You could only nod, and doing so changed your fate, forever.

Pause. Did you hear me? This was a life altering moment. Everything was about to change.

Play. This was the first kiss for both of you, so it was short and sweet, but it awkwardly lingered for a little bit. Alfred beamed at you. He smiled. You smiled. Then suddenly, you watched in horror as your sun began to set.

He spoke again, “_______... I’m sorry. I’m actually moving, so we can’t be together."

What feeling were you experiencing? The first peek into the world that was about to suck you up. A single teardrop fell and with it, a little shard of your heart. Your luck was gone now. He was going to leave you.

Crying, you let him hold you. You wanted him to stay with you more than anything. You thought that this was a beginning. Why did it have to end?

The truth is, reader, that this was the beginning of a life filled with misery.

Fast Forward. Alfred was going to leave you. You couldn’t accept it, so you have been avoiding him for weeks.

Today was like any other, except not really. You kept your window locked. You kept your blinds shut. You added a brick to the wall around your heart.

Today, he was going to leave you. You knew that you had to say goodbye. You had to end your story with him. You knew that you should have given him a kiss goodbye. So why didn’t you?

Your family made sure to avoid you as you slowly descended, step by step, downstairs. You went on your toes and peeped out your front door. There was a moving truck in the street.

Alfred was there, too. For a moment, his eyes locked on yours, but you tucked yourself away. He didn’t smile. He hasn’t in a while. Neither have you.

You knew that he was still staring in your direction, waiting for you to release him. You ran… upstairs. Locking your door, you tumbled onto your mess of a bed. You gathered tissues and crawled under your sheets. You proceeded to cry. This became something that you would do every time you thought about how much you missed your precious friend.

This was only the beginning of many endings in your life, none of which are happy ones. There is no such thing as a happy ending.

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Description

The (Not So) Beautiful America

For the brokenhearted

Music

Hello, dear reader. You came here to look at your past, didn’t you? Are you sure that you wish to pursue this? Happiness lies up ahead, but it is clouded with sorrow. You have been warned.

Play. This is the first time your heart broke a little bit. You graduated middle school. It was another lazy day of summer vacation. That day, the sweltering heat woke you up, but you didn’t seem to mind. Why? Because of him.

Alfred F. Jones meant a lot to you. First and foremost, he was your first friend. At this point in the story, it seems, he is your first crush. Like most seeds of friendship, love blossomed. Alfred felt the same way about you. He was a teenage boy, how could he not be drawn to you?

This day started out like any other. You rose with the sun and immediately went to your window. Like any other day, you opened your blinds, regardless of how blinding the sun was. Next, you pushed up the frame.

Today, the air was very fresh. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath to cleanse your lungs. When you opened them, brilliant blue eyes were gazing at you from across the way. Alfred always had the prettiest blue eyes.

Another attribute you found beautiful about the boy was his goofy grin. In your eyes, the sun didn’t rise until he smiled at you. After you saw his silly smile then, and only then, you could begin your day.

The thing that really sold the smile was his personality. Alfred was your hero after all. He was always so cheerful, energetic, athletic, muscular, dreamy… he was perfect for you, and you were sure of it!

Rewind. You cannot completely remember that day when you first met Alfred, but that day didn’t really matter to you.

The days that were really important to you were very memorable, like the day when the two of you made your secret handshake, that day when you two built a tree house, when you fell out of the tree house and he caught you but broke his arm, when you learned how to ride bikes together, the first day of school, all of the birthdays, the day you two learned each others greatest fears, and of course how he would always cheer you up on those days when you needed your beloved friend.

Alfie’s smile really let his personality through and made you think of all of the wonderful times you spent together. He was the closest person in your life, so you just wanted him to smile.

Play. So there you stood at your window, waiting for Alfie to smile, but he didn’t. He was not going to smile any time soon, either.

Concerned, you motioned for him to meet you outside. Not caring about greeting you family, you flew out the front door, kind of panicking. You immediately calmed down at the sight of those blue eyes.

He spoke, “_______... I’m in love with you. I was kind of wondering if you like me back and if it would be okay to kiss you."

You couldn’t react. This was all so sudden. You could only nod, and doing so changed your fate, forever.

Pause. Did you hear me? This was a life altering moment. Everything was about to change.

Play. This was the first kiss for both of you, so it was short and sweet, but it awkwardly lingered for a little bit. Alfred beamed at you. He smiled. You smiled. Then suddenly, you watched in horror as your sun began to set.

He spoke again, “_______... I’m sorry. I’m actually moving, so we can’t be together."

What feeling were you experiencing? The first peek into the world that was about to suck you up. A single teardrop fell and with it, a little shard of your heart. Your luck was gone now. He was going to leave you.

Crying, you let him hold you. You wanted him to stay with you more than anything. You thought that this was a beginning. Why did it have to end?

The truth is, reader, that this was the beginning of a life filled with misery.

Fast Forward. Alfred was going to leave you. You couldn’t accept it, so you have been avoiding him for weeks.

Today was like any other, except not really. You kept your window locked. You kept your blinds shut. You added a brick to the wall around your heart.

Today, he was going to leave you. You knew that you had to say goodbye. You had to end your story with him. You knew that you should have given him a kiss goodbye. So why didn’t you?

Your family made sure to avoid you as you slowly descended, step by step, downstairs. You went on your toes and peeped out your front door. There was a moving truck in the street.

Alfred was there, too. For a moment, his eyes locked on yours, but you tucked yourself away. He didn’t smile. He hasn’t in a while. Neither have you.

You knew that he was still staring in your direction, waiting for you to release him. You ran… upstairs. Locking your door, you tumbled onto your mess of a bed. You gathered tissues and crawled under your sheets. You proceeded to cry. This became something that you would do every time you thought about how much you missed your precious friend.

This was only the beginning of many endings in your life, none of which are happy ones. There is no such thing as a happy ending.

Feel free to favorite, comment, and request.