He laid motionless on his bed. He wanted to cry, but the tears seemed to be building up inside of him. He closed his eyes for a split-second and when he opened him a single tear rolled down his cheek. He realized something she loved him, but not in the way he loved her. Maybe also, she will never feel that way about him; this crushed apart of his heart. Despite this, he knew he could cover up his despair. In fact, he was so good at it he could even convince himself he was fine. However, at times, the makeup would come off and he would be left gushing with endless emotion. In these moments, he would withdraw and wait for it to pass. He knew not all stories have a happy ending, but he so desperately wanted one.

-and so he laid in his bed motionless