Title: Well, That Was a Mistake Word Count: 317 CW: Mentions of Death? Created for the Tropetember Event - (Pining) It’d been a few years since she had passed, and stupidly, he thought maybe that meant he had a chance now. Who could blame him for wanting to sweep in and comfort the grieving widow and maybe get a relationship out of it? Hey, don’t look at him like that, he never said his morals were great! Let alone, good!
He wasn’t desperately pining, he was just… okay, he was desperately pining. But what else are you meant to do when you’re met with a pretty woman who won’t give you the time of day? Ugh.
They’d gone out to eat a few times, but the young widow had been insistent they were simply friends and that was the bottom line. Despite his best interests, it seemed he was digging his grave further and further with each attempt and the latest had blown up in his face.
Trying to make a move had been stupid, but he hadn’t expected to be outright slapped for it. She’d yelled and screamed about how he was being insensitive and that she couldn’t take it anymore. She’d tried for so long to make it known they would never be anything more than friends, but he was determined that she was “leading him on.”
Typical idiot, hm? Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’m just the narrator. (But really, what did he expect?)
She was still focused on her deceased wife, and according to her, would probably never have the capacity to love him like he wants her to. Sure, she cared for him and wanted him to be happy, but it wouldn’t be with her. She couldn’t give him something she didn’t have. And so he pined endlessly, doomed to suffer alone for his poor decision making skills. (Narrator here: Frankly, I think she should’ve hit him way before now, but apparently I don’t get a say in these things!)