An excerpt from:
Who am I?

Summary: anda are lonely and scared and just can't bring yourself to care anymore. But anda do and he doesn't, which makes your jantung hurt even more.
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"Leave, please, just . . . leave." anda 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 anda 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. anda give him a moment; anda want to see if he will even try to make amends.

He still doesn't speak.

anda release a sigh and turn your back to him, eyes burning with tears, your jantung throbbing painfully in your chest.

Thump. Thump. Your jantung doesn't feel broken, does it? It should feel broken, anda think.

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

Not the boy anda 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 anda without remorse atau regret? Does he not know that as anda walk away anda can start to feel your jantung 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, anda feel your body turn, and your eyes flutter open, your tears dry and your lips chapped.

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

anda let lebih tears fall as anda try to find the right words, ignoring his confusion. "Oh, shut up," anda 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!"

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

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

anda take another deep breath, dry sobs racking your body, "I can't even stand the way anda stare at her anymore. I use to tolerate it, thinking that anda 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 anda people don't work out, and she's gone, don't anda dare come and remember me."

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

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

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

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

(And anda 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 anda 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!