and i doubt now that you'll ever be mine.

[mattias]

for the one and only, kat samuels.

He knew so well his feelings. Knew his wishes. His dreams. But did he know the feelings of others? No. He had no reason too, and never would do. For the young woman whom his heart had longed for since the day of meeting her, he did not know how she felt in return. Having been rejected from her only weeks ago, he could only feel that was how she felt. Distanced from him now. Oh, they had been so close. So friendly. But now. Now it seemed not. As he had stood alone with her in the Rose Petal Lane, and kissed her. She had pulled away. Told him he was too good for her. But perhaps that was her way of letting one down slowly. Painless. But it had left a pain. Within his heart. Which now, he thought so, was broken. Because his heart had for months now pounded for her. Why was it so hard? Why? Because it was. Because he knew her. Really knew her. She had told him his past, just as he had told her his. They seemed so perfect for one another, but perhaps they were not.

oh tonight I'm a teenage queen.

His lonley feet padded against the soft, limegreen grass of the Lake. But he would not stay. He had another destiny. Oh, for he did. A place he seemed to visit nearly everyday, just to remember that kiss. Because the kiss had happened there. Even though it ended badly for himself. Perhaps even for her. But still. It had been there a dream had come true. A kiss to her lips, and he seemed almost more happy than he had been since leaving the common room. He could not help but love this elegent young lady, and of course would only try again. For he had too. He must. Must try and build a relationship between the two of them. His angel. If only it could be true.

Eyes sparkled as he gazed upon the destination. Rose Petal Lane. The sweet sense of roses filled his nostrils, a half-smile upon his handsome face. He had changed, once again. His hair no longer resembled the colour Black. But yet again Blonde. Mattias had returned it too his natural colour days ago, after realising the mistake he had made. It seemed almost perfect again. But yet not. For days, even weeks he had walked around the school with a different hairstyle. It had been Black. But no longer. No. But he could only see himself with that hair colour. He had only done so, because of Miss Samuels. How pathetic. He had been so heartbroken, he had done anything. Anything to just hurt himself from the kiss. It seemed so sad knowing so now.

dream so dark, i feel so beautiful.

A slim figure sat upon the bench, thinking only of her. Because there was no other to think about. But she had gone now. No longer here. Graduated. He needed her. Missed her. Why did she have too go, and leave him alone?

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