"Just say it."

He stood on her doorstep, a clammy hand clutching the single rose whose thorns buried themselves into his hot palm.

He took in a deep breath, the brilliant vermilion sky behind him darknening still as the sun plunged itself into the darkened horizon; the light of the full moon announcing its arrival from the far east.

Dusk was surprisingly cool, not that he noticed, his pensive face fixed firmly on the door in front of him.

You can do it, you can do it, you can do it.

He repeated his mantra beneath his breath, the words summoning courage where he thought it impossible.

"I... I loo-oo..."

He choked several times as the words failed to tumble from his hesitant lips.

Why can't I say it? he thought bitterly as his fist clenched.

A click sounded as, to his horror, the door handle twisted where before his eyes appeared the very female that had haunted his many dreams.

Her beauty was intoxicating, the sweet smell of her being rendering his knees weak.

Her stunning lazuli eyes narrowed as her nose crinkled.

"What are you doing here?" she demanded coldly, throwing her dark brown locks over one shoulder.

His hand ached to touch her soft hair, to breath her scent in and tell her how he felt.

"Well... uh..."

She sniffed as she glanced behind him.

"Look, no offence or anything, but you and me... well, I just think it's best if we aren't seen together, I mean, afterall we don't want people getting any ideas... who told you where I lived anyway?" she asked bluntly.

By then the rose had fallen from his hands, his face falling as he stepped back.

"Oh... I'm sorry..."

He closed his mouth for fear he would reveal to her his true feelings, his burden and shame.

Shrugging, the female closed the door on his face, the slam sending him onto his backside.

Standing, he dusted his pants, the rose crushed beneath his foot.

His face was beet red, his eyes burning.

His shame came not because of his love for her, but because of her lack of love for him.

He retreated slowly as a single tear fell from his shining eyes.

There were some people who were meant for loneliness in the world, he consoled silently.

"I just happen to be one of them," he concluded softly as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

xxx

Note:

Unrequited love always makes me cringe...

I felt like writing something sad-ish, this little story thing is similar to a fanfiction of mine I wrote a while back.

With journal entries I've decided to write little stories I think, depending on my mood.

Now I'm sad... better go and watch some Naruto!

xx