Once upon a time, There lived a twisted little girl. Her thick hair hung over her shoulders, her tired shoulders that have been carrying the weight of the world. Her eyes were circled with apathy. Though she was relatively small for her age, She was cursed with a heart that could overturn the highest mountains.

She had always forgotten to smile. All her life, All she knew was pain. Whether big problems, or small problems, A problem was a problem. She kept her feelings in a bottle. A glass bottle, That was so fragile. She had always wished someone would push her over, So that this bruised and battered bottle would shatter, And these haunted thoughts would fly away and leave her alone. Forever.

But No one knew this bottle existed. No one even cared.

Except one,

The one that stole the pieces of her heart.

He was strange. But he was magical in his own way. They would spend hours together, Talking about how the world was so twisted and evil. They would talk about their past, Their dreams for the future. And somehow, They'd involve each other in their future. But she knew no matter how far they'd planned to be together, they would never.. really.. be together. It was all just empty promises that filled her with false hope and temporary joy. But she knew exactly what she was getting into. She was creeping into this hole but she couldn't avoid it. She was dragged into the hole.

She would sit with him everyday and listen to him moan and complain about his significant other. About how he was always being mistreated, She knew if she had the chance, She would treat him way better than that whore. But She knew she would never have that chance. Though her heart was filled with jealousy and envy, She held it all in. She was grateful for being in his presence. She savoured every moment, She pretended like it didn't mean a thing to her. When really, It was killing her inside.

Days past, And the wretched glass bottle became heavier with thoughts and letters that would never be read. No one could ever know. This secret she'd been living with. The root of her pain.

And then he finally said it. The words she'd been waiting a lifetime to hear.
"I love you. "

And then he ended it with the last few words she'd wish she never had to bear.

".. Just not in that way. Never in that way."

Now She can't find the strength to carry this stupid glass bottle anymore. If only someone would shoot her down, So she could die and the bottle will shatter. Everyone will finally know.