Hi! This is a flash fiction story (200 words max) that I’ve submitted to a writing contest. I think it fits this promt nicely — despite it not being a direct confession of love. (This was my first time writing flash fiction) Enjoy!

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Rejection is hard for everyone — except for me, that is. I’m not someone who takes rejection to heart. I don’t care what people think or do.

Yet, I don’t understand why I feel so troubled. Sitting here, barely 6 feet away, her eyes glow the same shade of cobalt blue I’ve stared at my whole life — mysterious and seductive. Just gazing at her makes my heart flutter with true love and admiration.

Nevertheless, my feelings are wrong. My hand isn’t the one holding hers. My hands sit folded in my lap while his delicately interlaces hers. The lips that brush her cheek belong to him — not me. I hate those devious lips of his, depriving me of a chance with the girl I cherish. So, I simmer in sadness — alone.

He moves closer, tucking a golden strand behind her ear like in a movie. He moves closer, turning her head slowly. They passionately gaze at each other — everything else fading away. I don’t exist. They don’t care.

Their lips touch slowly, gaining pace as his hands slide down her back. They’re perfect. The kiss is perfect. I’m not.

How can it hurt to be rejected without being told no?