[ WP ] Remember *that one* crush you had ? The one you were too scared to asked out ? Well ... pretend you actually did .

I sat there, staring at my phone, reading and rereading the simple line of text that comprised my latest text to Karen. Nervous, I checked the stopwatch I had set beside me, counting the precious seconds that remained before my inevitable demise at the hands of the girl who had managed to inspire this.... this feeling in my chest. I checked again, surely it had to have been longer than *that*. 
 
 `` You're wasting your time,'' I muttered, `` You've ruined everything that you had, *anything* that you *could* have had. She's probably over at her house right now, trying think of all the ways that she could possibly crush you into the most satisfying pulp that could possibly be made out of the cold, dead pile of shit her father is going to tear you into.'' 
 
 `` Karen is n't like that!'' I protested, `` She's kind, sweet and caring! There's no way that she'd ever-'' 
 
 `` And what would you know, you brat!'' I snarled, slapping this vile, disgusting creature across the face, cursing the fact that he would never know anything, `` What would you know of her? What *do* you know of her? Nothing. So how would you, blinded your twisted ideal **EVER** know about her? **NOTHING! NOTHING! **'' 
 
 I rubbed my face, which tingled with the brute force this insufferable asshole had wrought upon me, `` In that sense,'' I asked, punching him in the side of the head, `` What would you know about her? You know *nothing* more than I do. If I'm blinded by ideal, you are blinded by hatred.'' 
 
 `` Better Hatred than foolishness!'' I yelled, unleashing a hurricane of fists upon my new found punching bag, `` When does hatred get fooled? When does Hatred *ever* get deceived? When does-'' 
 
 *Ding* 
 
 I seized the phone, frantically typing out my passcode, and stopped, dropping the phone out of a morbid combination of shock, love, and relief, my mind moving me in a familiar pattern, one I had taken many a time late at night when I was in need of warmth. 20 paces, that was all, and grabbed a glass and a random bottle of liquid. I filled the glass with what appeared to be very diluted milk, raised the glass, and said in unison with myself, `` Cheers.'' 
 
 And drank.
