Act 1: Part 1

love

/ləv/

noun

an intense feeling of deep affection.

"babies fill parents with feelings of love"

synonyms: deep affection, fondness, tenderness, warmth, intimacy, attachment, endearment;

“I really believed.

Maybe a little too much.

That love is within everyone.

But, now I’ve been proven wrong.

Hurt by love.

And wounded by bliss.

By what was supposed,

To be my guardian,

Angel.”

“ Momma, I’ll be back later.” The girl said cheerfully.

“ Huh? Alright whatever.”

Her mother grimaces, and just ignores the poor girl. The mother had always been like this since the day someone decided that they didn’t love her anymore. Her kid had always reminded her of that man. So, she decided not to show her own kid love.

Sadly enough, the girl still believes that her mom still loved her deep inside. Just a little bit.

“ She still loves me.”

The girl whispers to herself, “ She just doesn’t show it.”

The girl takes a turn at the small flower shop, dashes across the street to a quaint, and cozy cafe.

Panting, she’s close to tears.

“ Don’t cry.” She tells herself. “ You can’t cry.” She keeps telling herself.

Despite her words, her mind had other ideas.

Salty tears run down her face, collecting at her chin.

After a few more minutes of walking, she arrives at school.

Carefully, she covered her face subtly, afraid to attract attention.

She sat in the classroom, trying her best to pay attention. It’s hard to pay attention when you’re starving all the time.

The teacher had droned on and on, and handed out their quizzes.

“ F, huh?” A girl chuckles, sticking her own paper in front of her. “ You’re so stupid.” The other girl giggles, and turns to brag to her fellow classmates.

The girl knew that she could do better, but she was always tired.

She simply pretended she didn’t hear a thing.

But, she really heard it. And it hurt.

It hurt so much, like her heart was being stabbed, but she wasn’t dying. It was as if the heart kept beating regardless if it really painful.

The whole world will never remember me. I’ll never make myself memorable.

I hate it.

I hate it all.

The day ends and after seeing all this love around her, she snapped. She snapped big time. Just one little kiss on a kid’s head broke her. It pushed her over the edge.

People talk about love like it’s the best thing ever. Love received from parents, friends, and teachers.

Love doesn’t apply to me.

Cause no one ever showed me how to love.

No one ever told me that they loved me.

So, love is less than a distant echo to me.

It’s as worthless as a penny and a wad of trash.

I’ll never learn to love myself.

Cause no one has shown me what love is. How powerful can it be? I wouldn’t know.

Don’t ask me.

End of Act 1: Pt 1

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