This is the beginning of draft two. I haven't written anything else yet because I'm trying to figure out an outline so I don't write another 128,000 manuscript with very little conflict...
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1. Grey
November.
Loneliness. Good old Webster defines it as “being without company, cut off from others, sad from being alone”.
He almost has it right.
Loneliness, true loneliness, is an all-consuming, terrible, aching pain that never quite goes away. There is always something missing in your heart but you can never quite pinpoint what it is. Even if you spend time with friends, you can’t fully connect, there’s still something missing. As soon as you’re alone, it’s unbelievably painful to the point you want to cry, but you don’t even know what you’re crying about.
This is the level of loneliness I feel.
I feel like no one cares about me. I feel horribly and inescapably alone almost constantly. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do about it.
It’s not that I don’t have friends. I do. We just don’t hang out as much as we used to, and when we do hang out, it’s different. It’s not as much fun as it used to be. When I’m with them I still feel alone. When I’m alone I feel even worse.
Things began to go downhill last month. My two closest friends, Polly and Harper, both got boyfriends, Evan and Allen.
Evan has liked Polly for a long time. It’s easy to see why. She’s small, blond, cute, and funny. What’s not to love? Evan has long, dark hair that falls over his ears and across his forehead, wears skinny jeans, doesn’t talk much, and really likes comic books. He asked her to Homecoming and asked her out.
Harper had a crush on Allen for most of the school year. I actually did too for a little while but I never told anyone. I’m so awkward and clueless Allen probably didn’t notice I was interested. He has shaggy light brown hair and plays trombone, the same instrument as me. Harper is a lot more confident than I am and usually gets what she wants so it’s no wonder he asked her to Homecoming and asked her out over me.
I actually got asked to Homecoming too. Another trombone player who is a year younger than me, Nic, asked me in math class one day. I was too nice to say no, even though I really wasn’t interested. Nic is really nice, but he’s not really my type. Unlike the rest of the males in our Homecoming group, he didn’t ask me out. I’m kind of glad he didn’t because it wouldn’t have been right of me to say yes, but it would be nice to get some kind of confirmation that I’m not some kind of leper that repels all males.
I am seventeen years old. I’m a senior in high school. I am now the only one in my group of friends that has never had a boyfriend.
I find this to be extremely depressing and extremely pathetic.
Is there something wrong with me? What is the problem here? I mean, I know I’m not the hottest girl on the planet but I’ve always thought I that I’m kind of pretty. There’s nothing about me that’s that special, light brown hair that goes past my shoulders, hazel eyes, glasses, a nice smile but kind of a big nose. At least I brush my hair and teeth and shower every day. That’s more than I can say for some girls and a lot of them have boyfriends.
I don’t understand. I’m really nice. I care about others. I enjoy having real conversations. I’m funny sometimes.
I’m a complete hopeless romantic. I read all of the books, watch all of the movies, listen to the songs and all I want is to know what that feels like.
What does it feel like to be on someone’s mind? What does it feel like to have someone that genuinely cares about you, wants you to be happy, wants to do things for you, and loves you with all of their heart and soul?
What is it like to feel that way about another person? What is it like to care about someone so much it hurts?
I believe in true love and happy endings. I believe that there is a perfect someone out there for me and I just need to find him.
But he’s hiding really well.
I don’t have to find my true love right now, that’s fine. I’m young. Why not just a plain and simple love? Why can’t I have that? Anything but this. Anything but this horrible pain and loneliness.
I feel so alone.
Horribly, painfully alone.
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