DISCLAIMER: Names will be changed for the privacy and protection of the people that will be mentioned in this blog.
We were strangers. We were just two people that went to the same class, he was just a random guy and I was just a random girl. We never really noticed eachother, well, I didn't notice him. For me he was just there, until one day a good friend of mine, Demeter, told me that she was in love. She was in love with him, Hades. The random guy that I never even noticed before, he was mysterious and quiet, he was the type that just kept to himself. I didn't know anything about him. When Demeter told me she was in love with him, I really didn't understand why. He was basically just an ordinary guy. He was decent looking, tall and had a pretty okay figure, just basically someone not that special, but you could really just see in Demeter how much she really liked him, she liked him a lot and for a very long time too. You could really see the sparkle in her eyes or the brightness in her smile when she talks about him, she seemed so happy and in love and I loved seeing her that way, I was happy for her. To me though, love is troublesome, it's too much to handle, too complicated, too painful, too uneccesary, too time consuming, just too much and I didn't want any of it or should I say just wasn't ready for it. I didn't believe in such a thing like love so with that mind set I stupidly proposed to be Demeter's "wingman", desperate as she was, of course she said yes. Although I did want to help her out, I warned her that if I'm the only one doing all the work then she won't get anywhere, I told her that she needs to do things herself sometimes in able for her to move forward, but deep down inside I knew she didn't have a chance, I knew this would be a huge mistake, I knew that and I still continued.
My head was messed up, filled with the overwhelming sense of power and malice, I just knew that I could easily make anyone like me if I wanted to and I most definitely wanted Hades to fall for me instead, it was horrible, I was horrible, the dark and narcissistic aura inside me just made me feel ecstatic. This happened to me before, same exact situation, I tried to be my friend's "wingman", but the guy fell for me instead. The feeling of empowerment gushed through my head, I felt like I won something that I shouldn't have won, it made me feel amazing. Seeing my friend get hurt because of something she wanted me to do, I enjoyed it. I loved it, I loved seeing her get jealous or angry, it was fulfilling. Of course, I didn't tell her something as horrible as that, instead I acted like I was sorry, like I was completely inoccent, like I was helpless. I cried and told her how sorry I was, I told her I didn't mean to do it and that I just wanted to help, but deep in my subconscious I knew that I made it a mission for me to make him fall for me instead, so when I heard about Demeter's love for Hades, my sadistic side came out. I made it a mission for me to make Hades mine. It was horrible. I was completely messed up.
to be continued..