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03/03/12(Sat)07:31 No.18186034>>18185961 Cue PTSD to a time back in our home dimension.
_ It was just near closing time at the diner I worked at. I was gathering up all of the plates, save for one table. The two girls were still there, one still sneaking glances back over at me. I felt uneasy. I went over to the chef and asked him about them. "...Kid, you honestly don't know? She likes you!" I quickly looked to her. Our eyes met. She gasped and turned away, much to her friend's amusement. "Likes ...Me?" I found myself saying. I turned back and thought about it. Why did she like me? Was there something she wanted from me? "Well, here she comes now. Good luck!" The chef left, and before I could call him back, I heard her clear her throat. "Excuse me," She said, and hesitated. "But... I was wondering if I could go out with you sometime..." I should have felt happy. This is what guys want, right? I tried to think of happy times with her, but I could only think of what it would be like if she left. It obviously showed, because she quickly spoke up. "Are you... Alright?" "I'm sorry," I blurted out. "I can't." Silence. Her eyes went wide, then went cold as ice. Her hand came up, and before I could react she slapped me, hard. "W-well fine! I don't know why I liked you anyway! I'm never coming back to this diner and your stupid face again!" With this, she stormed out. Her friend gave me a similar look, following out. I could only stare at where she had been. I had shut out more pain by doing that... But I had also sealed myself away from happiness. I left that diner the next day. |