once upon a time,
a young boy had a classmate, he pitied her for she was talk
behind about. she had friends but they did not treat her the way
she did to them. they did not invite her to parties or whatever
whatnot. this young boy decided to help her, be her friends.
he went around, asking what was wrong with her from others. they
said she acted cute too much and all those bad criteria. he wanted
to change her. she said to him, she didn't like things to kept
behind her back and care about what people think of her. so he was
always truthful to her, telling her things, the good and even the
bad.
she couldn't accept it. she made him look like the bad guy. she
told him to keep his opinions to himself. she asked him not to talk
to him until he's done with being judgamental. she said she was
happy with herself. she knows her flaws but doesn't want to change
herself. she said that the young boy wasn't god to change the way
she is.
the boy didn't felt any emotions. neither disappointment nor
sadness. he realised she's just not worth his time. who was she to
him, she was neither his love nor life. she's just another friend
of his that he could simply throw away.
so now, the young boy will treat like they never knew each
other. he's going to live life with his view of her being a sad
desporado girl who had a fragile heart who cried for the littlest
thing.
