There were once lived a girl named I love you. She was once
cherished and adored like a Chinese piece of art by her parents, brothers, girl
friends, mates, neighbors and strangers she passed by the streets. She had an
easy smile that pulled people into her. They were longing and seeking and
sipping comfort in her vibrance.
The next day, this was when the madness started: the people
seeking comfort in her woke up feeling happy with a persistent beating in their
hearts that says, "I want to see more of her. I want her to be part of my
body; to own and taste every part of her is a longing I need to have. I want
her smile on my face..." on and on it beat with absurd chaos. At random, a
crowd started piling up outside her house. Banging the whole goddamn house in a
riot and screaming "I love you, I love you! I love you. I love
you...." repeatedly.
The whole family presented i love you to the crowd with the
innocent and not-so vibrant look on her face. And a bit taller. And not a bit
too young; with long limbs. Everyone got dismayed and started pulling back,
crying. They can't accept that she had grown up.
From then on, people began to treat her with indifference. She was
becoming an awkward human being to the society. She was lost, to god knows
where. At school, she had few friends. And these few friends get to decide when
to talk to her. Which left her distraught.
Life had meaning to her again the day she met the man she fell in
love with. And that was also the day she realized what her name meant to her
and to everyone around her; why everybody seemed to like her in the beginning
and hate her in the end.
Heartbroken was his name. A cool guy with mysterious appeal. She
followed him around and outside school until they've become friends, buddies.
The day when heartbroken said to her, "sorry, i love
you..." everything shattered and what is left was a name without a soul;
short semi-horror story with I Love You as its title.
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