The Lonely, The Bitter, And The Troubled

The Lonely, The Bitter, and The Troubled

George the Lonely

George sat, his head leaning on the freezing window. His earphones dangled loosely down his sides and into his left pocket. He stared out the window forlornly. Trees passed in bright green blurs. Other cars were bright metallic smudges. Brick was a river of red and brown. He sat alone. A metallic red sped past the bus. He sighed. In the reflection of the window, he saw Mary and Sam in the seat ahead. Mary leaned casually in on Sam's chest and Sam played with her hair playfully. Oh how George ached to have someone. To rid him of the loneliness. To save him from death by boredom. A brick brown river flowed past. In his time, he dreamed of her. The one.
He thought of a girl who knew him in his essence; his deepest fears and regrets. His strengths and his weaknesses. And for her to still love him despite his flaws. A light green blur with a streak of brown flew past. Probably a squirrel. She would have material. Not just a beautiful face lacking a matching personality. She would be funny, mischievous, and perfectly imperfect. She wouldn't need makeup to be beautiful. And she would love him, and he would love her.
But he hasn't found her yet. So he would look for love. Hoping that the next would be the one. The one.

Will the Bitter

The smile died off his face as he got off the bus. He was alone once more. As always. He wasn't the normal, smiling guy he pretended to be at school. He was an emotional wreck that grappled with his confusing feelings. He put on a good song on his iPod and began the long trek home. Will knew why he was single. He would reject himself too.
Too slow. Too freaking slow. Will wished Internet worked faster. The loading bar had moved less than a centimeter since it had begun. His frustration was interrupted by a bing from his cell phone. A text. He looked at the electronic screen.
"Hey Will."
"Hey Molly"
"What's going on?"
"Nmu"
"Yeah"
"Hey uh I was kinda wondering if you wanted to go to the fair this weekend. You know, just us..."
"Molly, you don't want to go w/ me. There are better people to go with."
"But I don't want to go with them. I want to go with u. Get to know u"
"U don't want to get to know me. You wouldn't like what you saw. And I wouldn't blame you."
"Will, you're perfect. C'mon! It'll be fun"
"I'm serious Molly. I wouldn't even like myself. There are better people."
"K bye Will."

He convinced himself that he was helping her. But he knew in his heart that he was rejecting her because he couldn't let his heart be broken as he knew would happen. He couldn't let it happen again. And so he built a wall around his heart. A wall that he would defend until death or the one. The one. But he set his goal on death. That would probably come first.

Note from the author:
You may be wondering why I put these to stories together. Although these two are different characters, they can exist in the same body, the same mind, the same heart, and the same soul. The creation is the following:

Evan the Troubled

He craved love. But he didn't want it. Rebecca. It all came down to her. Evan knew he had a crush on her. Not a small one too. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't take the first step. So he slowly sank in the sand. Hoping for help, but never calling for it.
The school dance was coming up. It was the perfect time to ask her. Or the perfect time not to. He was torn. He wanted the love, but not the searing pain that seemed to follow it. He saw Rebecca. A bobbing blonde head in the crowd. She smiled as she talked to her friend. God he wanted to ask her. But he couldn't. The only thing stopping him was himself.
And so he did nothing. He didn't walk away from her, nor did he walk up to her. He just stood there awkwardly. Waiting for nothing.
And he hurt. Inside, loneliness gaped in his soul, as if punctured by a spear. He could not relieve himself of the pain, nor bear it anymore. And he thought to himself, "she would never love me. Never love this side of me. I'm not good enough for her, or anyone." And he was consumed in self pity. He wanted what he could not have. Because of himself.
Torn in two. Robbed of his sanity, he could not understand what part was which and what was him. He was pitifully, truthfully, undeniably alone. And he caused this. He brought this on himself. At some point. He began to believe that he deserved it.