To Be Human

She slammed her hooks into him without knowing.
He was captivated,
suddenly wide open
to new things.
He really wanted this to work so badly.
But having barely said more what an interesting character he was,
she had no idea how much that had meant for him.
From that day on he continued endlessly to send her messages,
flowers
and love.
He did not see that she wasn’t interested at all.
He failed to notice the sudden ironical tone in her voice when they spoke over the phone.
He missed the fact that she hardly responded to any of the messages,
or never put the flowers in water.
The tiny bit of interest he had awoken within her had faded by the end of the week.
And it was not until he found out she had a boyfriend that he understood.
His life suddenly looped and he pressed himself so far down he stopped eating.
He stopped going to school,
stopped speaking to people
and just hid in his room,
scheming.
Blinds pulled down over the window,
the only light in the room came from his cell phone.
He sat,
reassessing his situation.
What had gone so terribly wrong?
What had he done,
to not deserve a chance?
He came to the conclusion that whoever she was dating was better than him.
So he called the girl and asked if she could meet him for a quick talk in the park.
She agreed, reluctantly.
On the way out he opened his father’s safe and took the loaded gun inside and put it in his trousers.
The air was chilling,
but he wasn’t cold.
Only the streetlights lit up the park.
The two people met up,
they hugged,
and with the anger bubbling up inside him,
he pulled out the gun up in front of her
and shot himself in the head.