Meanwhile, somewhere else that is COMPLETELY unrelated...

"Alright, I'm here." Sighed a young man as he arrived at the rooftop of a high school building. Rolling up the sleeve of his school uniform, he tiredly said, "So you called me up here to tell me something?"

A young girl, just only a year younger than the schoolboy, trembled in place as she nervously fumbled with her skirt. She couldn't believe that he actually came. She wondered if it would have been better for both of them if he just ignored her letter she sent him instead.

She was the one to call him out here. She shouldn't be so nervous.

But she was, and she hated it.

The boy started to look impatient, sternly tapping his foot as he waited.

C'mon. Just tell him. Just tell him that you like him. You'll look stupid in front of him if you change your mind now!

Why was is so hard to just... express her feelings? Why did she have to be so socially awkward?

She just needs to woman up and just do it. Just like all those confidence and Pick Up Art classes taught her.

A man likes a strong woman with no regrets. No matter what happens, the first few moments, you can't have any regrets.

No regrets... No regrets no regrets no regrets-

She breathed in, her breath nearly hitched in her throat for a moment but she managed to recover quickly to blurt out, "I tHiNk YoU'rE a ReAlly PrEtTy BoY! LEt'S gO oUt ToGeThEr fOr DiNnEr, PLEASE sOmEtImEs!"

...

I instantly regret everything I ever did up to this point.

"No." He flatly rejected.

She lurched back in pain, feeling the edges of the word stab through her heart.

Recover, recover!

"T-That's c-cool!" She tried to play it off casually, although the tremoring in her voice really didn't convince anybody. "Y-You're probably b-busy these days, r-right? I p-picked a bad time to-"

"Alright, let me just stop you right there." He bluntly interrupted her.

She immediately shut up out of fear.

"I'm flattered. But I'm not interested in girls like you. You're not my type." He kept going without mercy, "Please don't bother me or send me any more weird confession letters. I don't want to get to know you better, and I don't think we should be friends."

She felt like she could faint. His words hit her like a giant truck repeatedly driving over her heart until it was nothing more than dirt. The excitement and nervous energy from earlier left her, causing her to buckle and drop on her knees in shame.

"Now that we got that clear, can I go now?" He asked roughly, not even showing a single sight of remorse.

"W-Wait!" She somehow mustered up the strength to call stop him from leaving.

"Oh my god, what now?" She could hear him muttered annoyedly to himself.

"Please- please at least tell me what I did wrong?! Did I flub the pickup line? Did I not show enough confidence enough?" She tried to grasp any straw of reason as to why she got rejected so quickly and harshly. She's been working up the courage and training for months now just to ask him out. She spent so much of her money just to learn the secrets of getting guys to like her! So why did she still get rejected so easily?!

"Dude, I just don't like you." He bluntly stated, yet again. "You creep me out."

...

And with that, she fell to the floor in defeat, realizing that she never even had a chance with him to begin with.

"I'm leaving now. Don't follow or stop me."

He didn't bother waiting for a response, already quick to leave a broken heart all alone.

And so she laid there. Unmoving. Wishing she was dead.

This sad sack of human waste you see before you is none other than Alice Bellarose. A lonely teenaged high school girl that has nothing better to do other than read books, play video games, and jill off to anime porn for most of her life. Recently turning eighteen, she thought the world would start having a brighter future now that she was considered a fully grown adult. In reality, she still hasn't grown up yet from her unhealthy shut-in habits.

She was socially awkward, she was addicted to internet memes and video games, she can't get along with anybody in her age group.

And now she was heartbroken by the boy who she had a major crush on for her entire life. In hindsight, it should really have been obvious how this would go down.

He was a cheerleader captain and one of the smartest geniuses in school. Popular with everyone, he even had the school quarterback vying for his affections. Compared to all of them in his eyes, she was nothing but a lonely virgin weirdo.

She truly was a lonely virgin weirdo. Forever alone, never knowing what it'll feel like to have a boyfriend of her own.

She felt like crying, honestly. But nothing came out when she tried. She was probably so depressed and heartbroken that it went full circle until she couldn't feel anything anymore.

Sniffling up what little pride and dignity she might have left, she got up from the floor and headed home. Maybe she'll just lock herself up in her room and play video games forever until she died. That future seemed much more appealing than having to spend another moment in this cruel outside world. Maybe that was her destiny this whole time. To slowly and painlessly fade away from existence.

Yep. Sounds good to her. Might as well get started.