When we last left our un-caped, un-hero, he was almost homeless and had confessed his feelings to the girl he’d had a huge crush on for over six months. The confession cost a lot of heartache and broke up a friendship but in return there was closure and peace of mind, which unfortunately as he found out three weeks later, only lasts as long as there is no contact with said person. Also it removed the rose tinted view he had of her, the same lenses that covered all the glaringly obvious shortcomings, not to mention the annoying, unattractive qualities.
What the hell is love…or super prolonged infatuation? It makes all of those little quirks and distastes that make a person so unappealing vanish for some strange reason. In this case it made our hero mortal and weak like all the other plain humans. Oh well, for every fall there is a rise…
Right after the incident he had called her up to see where he stood, and she said it was alright, even quoted the song she knew he always listened to on his way back from her place – don’t worry be happy. All that turned into pure distrust and loathing the following conversation on skype. She was utterly dismayed at what he’d wrote to her in his letter. And then that was it, no more contact from either side. He had meant to avoid her as much as he could due to the awkwardness but her retaliatory and demeaning comments made his resolve into pure determination, both due to preservation of his serenity and sanity as well as the mild antipathy he started to feel for her.
The silence was broken nearly three weeks later when she phoned him to find out about something very trivial, which was followed by whether he was coming to a birthday party of a mutual friend. That night, neither shared a word nor looked at each other. Although, he did steal a few glances in the beginning. That was the last straw, after being treated like the plague, he had had enough and just would prefer to get what he’d lent her and no more. Enough is enough.
Right now that’s where he stands and is contemplating on getting his life in order and not to be distracted by the sort he’s had put up with for the last 7-8 years. His new abode is where he spends most of his time. It’s peaceful and charming, albeit boring, and there is a certain language barrier not to mention a lack of private quarters, but beggars can’t be choosers.