You

of you

Finn talked to me again today. He told me my eyes were beautiful but I ended up just walking away from him and crying. To my surprise, he chased after me. He tried to get me to say something, say anything but I just couldn't. My throat was dry and my brain was blank, save for a constant chanting of: just let me die just let me die just let me die.

Sadly enough, I did not die right there.

"It's just not fair," he said. "You're never given the credit you deserve. By other people or by yourself. You're a really amazing person, I want you to know that."

"What I know is that you should just leave me alone. I'm not worth the trouble," I muttered and ran away.

It felt disappointed in me.