I kept on going to that bar, but I never saw you.
The bartender didn't remember you nor did he recall seeing you and that was pretty messed up.
School started and I killed myself for not being able to go there. I wanted to see you so bad.
I missed you.
I miss you.
I went to your school once and made my way to the principal's office. I honestly stalled quite a lot, hoping I'd get to see you in one of the hallways, but I didn't.
I asked him if I could show up at your graduation as a guest and he said it was completely okay as long as I played the piano.
Every other day, for nine months, I kept on going to that bar, still hoping I'd get to see you.
Eventually, your graduation came up and I went there. My hands shook a bit too uncontrollably as I held the music notes, knowing I was going to see you.
Name by name, yours eventually came.
Oh my god.
For a few seconds, my fingers stopped playing the piano.
When I came back to my senses, I remember hitting a wrong note or two, but I didn't care.
You didn't notice me.
You looked so happy.
And for once, your happiness didn't make me happy.
I knew you were doing well without me and that's what hurt me the most.
I knew someone else was behind that smile.
Whoever it is that was behind that smile, I just want you to know that I hate him.
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Whiskey I [m.yg]
Fanfiction"Yes, I drink whiskey now, for it reminds me of how your lips tasted when we first kissed." [Complete]