An excerpt from:
Who am I?

Summary: toi are lonely and scared and just can't bring yourself to care anymore. But toi do and he doesn't, which makes your cœur, coeur hurt even more.
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"Leave, please, just . . . leave." toi look around, with tearful eyes and try not to meet his.

He tries to catch your attention; tries to place a hand on your shoulders, but toi shake him off stiffly, a look of deep regret on your face.

His mouth opens, as if he is about to speak, but he quickly closes it just as fast, a ghost of a forced smile flitting across his lips. toi give him a moment; toi want to see if he will even try to make amends.

He still doesn't speak.

toi release a sigh and turn your back to him, eyes burning with tears, your cœur, coeur throbbing painfully in your chest.

Thump. Thump. Your cœur, coeur doesn't feel broken, does it? It should feel broken, toi think.

toi spent a good half of your "school" an pining after him, trying to get him to notice you. For months after that, when toi finally told the big dope your feelings, suddenly he was different.

Not the boy toi used to know, not this boy now. A new personality, new feelings, but still that same, stupid, body.

How dare he march into your life, spin your world around, and then leave again when he found someone new? How can he even look at toi without remorse ou regret? Does he not know that as toi walk away toi can start to feel your cœur, coeur throbbing louder and louder, your head a mix of faint buzzing sounds, your legs moving without your mind's consent?

Your feelings aren't here now; they remain behind with him. Not that he'd know, anyway, since he obviously doesn't care anymore.

Suddenly, toi feel your body turn, and your eyes flutter open, your tears dry and your lips chapped.

Your mouth widens and toi say, dead calm, so calm it scares you, "I want to hate you, toi know. I wish I could squeeze that little head of yours into a bloody pulp, but I can't. I want to—oh, gods—"

toi let plus tears fall as toi try to find the right words, ignoring his confusion. "Oh, shut up," toi start off with, but as he tries to say something your voice slows, becoming emotionless and flat as your face relaxes considerably, "and I simply can't hate you, and I hate that, because it's me—damn it!—I should be able to hate whoever I please!"

toi wipe stray tears off your face. "I trusted you. A lot, actually. I trusted toi with my life—and I absolutely hate that I still do. I don't want to trust toi with my life; I don't want to feel a lot of things around you, to be frank."

toi shake your head, willing yourself not break down in front of him. "I don't even know why I'm telling toi this, toi know, I feel like I need to tell toi everything on my mind, which sucks, par the way."

toi take another deep breath, dry sobs racking your body, "I can't even stand the way toi stare at her anymore. I use to tolerate it, thinking that toi just missed your friends, but it's something more. I can just tell. So leave me, don't try to come back. And even if toi people don't work out, and she's gone, don't toi dare come and remember me."

Your tears stop, toi feel your limbs go slack (you are just standing there, and you've never felt plus vulnerable), and now he's staring at you, his eyes burning holes into the back of your head. toi turn away wordlessly, feeling hollow inside.

The harsh sunlight greets toi and toi cringe. It shouldn't be sunny today. It shouldn't be sunny ever.

Yet, a small part of toi is happy, happy for all this complication to be over and done, practically ecstatic because, hey, toi bested him—he was everyone's hero, after all, so it's like toi bested the whole damn king of them all, and that leaves toi at the top, right?

At least until toi see him laughing with his arm draped over a new girl with fraise blonde hair (the kind toi could never have), quite a big chest, (that toi couldn't help notice,) and sparkly blue eyes, because that's when your cœur, coeur starts throbbing painfully again.

(And toi don't think it will ever fully stop.)
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This is a story I have on fanfiction.net. For the rest of the story go to link. The first few chapters aren't so good, but I think they improve?

And, yes, I'm aware I did use cuss words but I truthfully couldn't think of any godly substitutes.

Can toi guess who this is?

Question: Can anyone think of a better title? I don't have a very good one. And does anyone want a picture for this piece? Don't forget to comment!