Aiko loved Jeremy for as long as either one of them could remember. The problem was that Jeremy didn't even remotely like Aiko. It wasn't the case that Aiko wasn't likeable, everyone liked Aiko, even the high school bully.
Aiko began each morning with a cheerful hello to Jeremy as they waited for the bus. She often would pay for his lunch in the school cafeteria and every holiday, no matter how obscure, Aiko would send Jeremy a handmade greeting card in the mail. For his birthday, she would pull out all the stops and try to do something special and unique each year. Jeremy's parents even liked Aiko and tried their hardest to change their son's mind. But all to no avail.
Jeremy's best friend Kane approached him one evening and confronted him about his inexplicable dislike. But it did no good. "I just don't like her, Kane," bleated an exasperated Jeremy. "I can't explain it. I don't have the words," he continued. "I simply feel a revulsion around her and will do just about anything to get away from her." Kane looked at his friend with nothing but confusion. "Dude, that doesn't make any sense. She's super nice, she's pretty, she's smart and she'd bend over backwards to help anyone. You're a bonehead to spurn her." And with that, Kane walked out of the house, slamming the door.
Later that evening, Jeremy sat on his front steps watching traffic go by. He was deep in thought when he suddenly noticed Aiko walk up the pathway. "Jeremy," she began, "before you run away in horror, I need to say something. I don't know what I've done wrong to cause you to hate me so, but whatever it is, I'm sorry and ask you to forgive me." Jeremy simply looked at her for a moment and involuntarily shuddered. Aiko saw it but said nothing, then continued. "I love you and have always loved you and will always love you. I can do nothing else. I don't understand your response. But I wish you could reciprocate. I will say, see you later, for I will never say goodbye." And with that she turned and returned the way she came.
It was about 3:00 am when the police arrived at Jeremy's home. Jeremy's father had heard a strange noise in the living room and rose from bed to investigate. He had arrived ten seconds too late, the noose had snapped Jeremy's neck as the rope reached its end. The living room chandelier held his 175 pounds better than one could have imagined.
Aiko began each morning with a cheerful hello to Jeremy as they waited for the bus. She often would pay for his lunch in the school cafeteria and every holiday, no matter how obscure, Aiko would send Jeremy a handmade greeting card in the mail. For his birthday, she would pull out all the stops and try to do something special and unique each year. Jeremy's parents even liked Aiko and tried their hardest to change their son's mind. But all to no avail.
Jeremy's best friend Kane approached him one evening and confronted him about his inexplicable dislike. But it did no good. "I just don't like her, Kane," bleated an exasperated Jeremy. "I can't explain it. I don't have the words," he continued. "I simply feel a revulsion around her and will do just about anything to get away from her." Kane looked at his friend with nothing but confusion. "Dude, that doesn't make any sense. She's super nice, she's pretty, she's smart and she'd bend over backwards to help anyone. You're a bonehead to spurn her." And with that, Kane walked out of the house, slamming the door.
Later that evening, Jeremy sat on his front steps watching traffic go by. He was deep in thought when he suddenly noticed Aiko walk up the pathway. "Jeremy," she began, "before you run away in horror, I need to say something. I don't know what I've done wrong to cause you to hate me so, but whatever it is, I'm sorry and ask you to forgive me." Jeremy simply looked at her for a moment and involuntarily shuddered. Aiko saw it but said nothing, then continued. "I love you and have always loved you and will always love you. I can do nothing else. I don't understand your response. But I wish you could reciprocate. I will say, see you later, for I will never say goodbye." And with that she turned and returned the way she came.
It was about 3:00 am when the police arrived at Jeremy's home. Jeremy's father had heard a strange noise in the living room and rose from bed to investigate. He had arrived ten seconds too late, the noose had snapped Jeremy's neck as the rope reached its end. The living room chandelier held his 175 pounds better than one could have imagined.
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