1 Hi There
Hi there. My names is Cyrus Angelo.
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And I'm the protagonist of this story.
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My name is Cyrus and I'm currently 14. I have just entered my first year in high school as a freshman. This is year that will be full of new experiences and new friends! Was what I thought before the virus came in.
The pandemic swarmed over everything in its path. Destruction, death and misery was what it left behind. It was the worst and best thing to happen to me. It was the best for a reason, no school, everything was online it was the best for me. However it was also the worst. I would have dreams of my love interests and I was missing them a lot. I also couldn't see my friends, family, or even go to stores. My whole life had changed entirely. I have to go to online classes with people I have never even met in real life.
Enough about that let's go to what this is really about.
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This happened around 12:00 or rather midnight. I was up texting and reminiscing over old memories in our little group chat. Everyone else went to sleep while two others stayed up on a call with me. One was my friend Eliza and the other one of my love interests, Johan. He was the most beautiful thing to ever exist.I got to hear his voice after almost a year. His voice could be compared to that of Corpse Husband's. Puberty was on his side and granted him a growth spurt. 5"7 was his height, I was a measly 5"1 while Eliza was 5"3. I could not believe how short I was. Everyone was growing up around me, it felt weird.
Everything was fine until I bought up a question. Would you ever date me? Elizas answer was simple, "The thought has never crossed my mind before, I can think of many possibilities". Johan's not so much, "No". As simple and harsh as that. I asked why and he responded with "I just don't see you that way". It hurt me. I was being rejected once again by someone I loved. The curse of love blinded me at that moment. I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch everything, I was jealous.
Jealous of the way they talked,
the way they conversed.
The way she giggled when he said something funny.
The way he laughed whenever she even said something..
Why? Come laugh with me instead, come tell me jokes, come and pay attention to me. Just me.
But not all wishes could be granted.
