Kay, so this looked all lonely with no comments, so I wanted to fix that. And plus I haven't reviewed anything of yours in like, forever, so that needs to change. XD
First of all, I love that you could choose any pairing you want for this! Me being me, I should have chosen a FFAF pairing or something, but I didn't entirely. I saw the narrator as Jamie with his patchy blonde and brown hair (you mentioned him wanting to paint something first of all and that was when I pictured the character as Jamie, and then you mentioned strangely dyed hair, I pictured the Jamie with the patchy hair, if that makes sense?) looking over at Gavin Burrough, oddly enough. I think I pictured them as the people I did because they aren't overly close, and the story hints that they're only really acquaintances with one another.
The opening was very strong. I wish I could tell you how I feel. But I never was one for words. It immediately made me wonder about who this person was and why the narrator felt the way he did. It's obvious that these feelings are driving him mad, and he just wants to shout and scream about how he really feels, but he says that he's not good with words and he comes across as being quite a shy individual and worries about what would happen if he did end up voicing how he felt.
Sorry for quoting quite a bit here. I am not very skilled in making or creating beautiful things. I just worship them from afar, sitting in the corner with my strangely dyed hair and a cigarette. This is quite a sad line and really makes me feel for the narrator. He doesn't quite know what to do to make this person notice him and he just feels inferior compared with everybody else. He also doesn't seem to be comfortable with himself, what with him describing his hair as strange and I get the impression that he doesn't have high self-esteem because he just seems to go unnoticed a lot of the time. And this really makes me sympathise with him.
And this. This is so sad. Watch the lucky people enjoy you, get to be with you. He's constantly wishing that he could get the chance to talk with them, but he never gets the chance and he's too shy to go and do it himself. And he's scared of rejection and being ignored, so he's quite happy to just sit at the side and observe from a distance because he feels like he's not good enough to associate with the others (I know I haven’t the right to talk to you. I’m not special enough.). This is something that happens a lot in real life and the way you described this is very real and believable. It's like it's really happening and it's so saddening to read. He just has this inferiority complex that he can't shake.
And then you’ve forgotten me, and you knew me for only one second. Omg. This shows that everybody wants to know this person, and the narrator is just cast aside, not good enough for anybody because they all crave the other person's attention. And I guess in a way, a lot of people are like the narrator, except that they might be talking to him and then he moves away to somebody else and they're left feeling forgotten.
Really interesting read. Sorry this review is a little bit lame.
First of all, I love that you could choose any pairing you want for this! Me being me, I should have chosen a FFAF pairing or something, but I didn't entirely. I saw the narrator as Jamie with his patchy blonde and brown hair (you mentioned him wanting to paint something first of all and that was when I pictured the character as Jamie, and then you mentioned strangely dyed hair, I pictured the Jamie with the patchy hair, if that makes sense?) looking over at Gavin Burrough, oddly enough. I think I pictured them as the people I did because they aren't overly close, and the story hints that they're only really acquaintances with one another.
The opening was very strong. I wish I could tell you how I feel. But I never was one for words. It immediately made me wonder about who this person was and why the narrator felt the way he did. It's obvious that these feelings are driving him mad, and he just wants to shout and scream about how he really feels, but he says that he's not good with words and he comes across as being quite a shy individual and worries about what would happen if he did end up voicing how he felt.
Sorry for quoting quite a bit here. I am not very skilled in making or creating beautiful things. I just worship them from afar, sitting in the corner with my strangely dyed hair and a cigarette. This is quite a sad line and really makes me feel for the narrator. He doesn't quite know what to do to make this person notice him and he just feels inferior compared with everybody else. He also doesn't seem to be comfortable with himself, what with him describing his hair as strange and I get the impression that he doesn't have high self-esteem because he just seems to go unnoticed a lot of the time. And this really makes me sympathise with him.
And this. This is so sad. Watch the lucky people enjoy you, get to be with you. He's constantly wishing that he could get the chance to talk with them, but he never gets the chance and he's too shy to go and do it himself. And he's scared of rejection and being ignored, so he's quite happy to just sit at the side and observe from a distance because he feels like he's not good enough to associate with the others (I know I haven’t the right to talk to you. I’m not special enough.). This is something that happens a lot in real life and the way you described this is very real and believable. It's like it's really happening and it's so saddening to read. He just has this inferiority complex that he can't shake.
And then you’ve forgotten me, and you knew me for only one second. Omg.
Really interesting read. Sorry this review is a little bit lame.