Flowers of Feelings ( Sunny x Basil )

A burning feeling

Basil's pov:

< July 9th >

He doesn't like me, what did I do...?

I always do something wrong, I just know I did something wrong.

I'm wrong for even liking him in the first place, why do I like him so much.

Both him and Mari came over yesterday just to see me.

But like the coward I am, I made them leave.

All because I was angry, why am I so angry?

I'm such a bad friend, he was just trying to check on me.

But I don't wanna just be his friend, I wanna be more than friends.

But that will never happen, It's just a stupid dream.

No matter how much I want it to, it just won't.

I sighed and closed my diary, polly had left to take vacation, leaving me alone.

It's only 2 weeks, I'll be okay...

I could feel my eyes closing every second, I'm really tired.

My sleep schedule hasn't been the best, but I'll be fine to stay up.

I got up and left my room, heading to the bathroom.

I just need to wash my face, that'll wake me up.

I walked into the bathroom and turned on the sink faucet.

I washed my face and looked up at the mirror.

It's just me, but I'm the one who messed everything up.

I'm the one who has a stupid crush on Sunny.

I'm the worst, he hates me doesn't he.

I sat on the floor and put my hands on my face.

Don't think about it Basil, you're fine, you're fine.

He hates me, he thinks I'm weird and annoying.

Why do I love him? My stupid feelings ruin everything, I'm such a idiot.

We're supposed to be friends, why don't I feel that way?

My eyes started to water and tears streamed down my face.

God why am I so dumb.

I stood up, and looked in the mirror again.

It's still me, but there's tear streaks all down my face.

I wiped my eyes and left the bathroom, heading back inside my room.

I opened the drawer beside my bed and pulled out a lighter.

I grabbed my photo album and sat on my bed, opening it.

I looked through it, so many special memories, of all of us together.

But I shouldn't be in these, they're all better off without me.

I picked up a picture of all of us together and lit the lighter, I held it up to where I was in the photo and burned it away.

I looked at the photo, I'm not there, that's how it should be.

I picked up one with me and Sunny, he's so pretty- no Basil, stop it.

Just burn it.

I lit the lighter to burn the photo, but my finger slipped, and I accidentally burnt myself instead.

I let out a small shout and looked at my finger.

It hurt but...

I dropped the photo and lit the lighter.

I held it up to my arm and burned myself again.

It hurts but, don't I deserve that?

I moved the lighter and burned another spot on my arm.

And another, and another, and another.

I looked at my arm, there were burn spots all over.

why am I so sensitive.