Reality Is Harsh

"I can tell you everything if you don't believe me!" 

"I believe you, but it's a no."

"I love everything about you! Your eyes, your skin, your hair…"

The persistent man doesn't know how to accept rejections at all. I have no idea why he kept going. It's like his brain is filtering the negative and turning it into something that he accepts. My refusal just goes from one ear to another.

"Hahaha, this is fun," Sera chuckled at the side, looking happy at my predicament.

No, it's not.

"I really don't care," I sighed in exasperation. "How did you even know it was me?"

I stopped pretending because what's the point? This guy already knows who I am, anyway.

'Haaahhh I want to go home…'