A short story about love and overthinking things, inspired by the art of Alice Pasquini, written by a student of mine.
Love and Overthinking: A Short Story
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Jack is your typical teenage boy, bearing long, blonde hair, and blue eyes. His most distinguishing feature is his height, reaching up to about an incredible 7 feet tall, making him an oak among sticks.
Even though he is a whole lot taller than other boys, or even men, he is still just like everyone else inside, an apple of the apple tree.
Because of his height, he has always been pushed to play sports like basketball, or other activities where he can utilize his amazing height, although he hates playing sports.
Jack has always been lazy, but for a reason. He is far too skinny to hold up his height healthily, which means he gets tired a lot easier than other kids his age, which means height is not his only black duckling feature.
Something he does like, however, is something we all do, but do not see as an actual favorite hobby. Thinking.
He loves to think deep thoughts, questioning this and that, wondering why and how…
Because of these factors, he does not have many friends, as most boys don’t prefer the same cup of tea. Therefore he sees himself as his own best friend, and prefers to keep away from the bunch.
Even though he prefers to be alone, there is one person who catches his eyes, who makes him prefer not to be alone for once.
Her name is Mary.
Mary is just like Jack. She is tall. She is lazy. She prefers to be alone and does not have many friends.
She is also beautiful. She has short, brown hair, and big, brown eyes which you can get lost in for hours.
Jack snaps out of it. ”I don’t like her”, he tries to convince himself. ”I don’t like her”, ”I don’t like her”, ”I don’t like her”, ”I like her”, ”I love her”.
Butterflies start flying around in his stomach, tickling him up to his chest. He doesn’t want to have feelings for her, as he is certain she would never feel the same way.
”I’m not enough”, he thinks to himself.
He asks to go to the toilet, and when given permission, he gets out of the classroom, and goes outside to get some fresh air, to cool down his overthinking mind.
She’s there, outside, sitting on the bench.
He has no choice but to sit next to her, so he does so. He has to let her know what’s on his mind, or else he will always be swimming in a sea full of grief.
Jack decides to leave that sea, and fish in other troubled waters.
He turns to her, and sees that she’s already looking at him. His heart immediately started beating faster when he saw her big, brown, beautiful eyes, staring right into his.
Mary then breaks eye contact and looks down like the shy girl she is, and Jack could do nothing but admire how cute she actually was. It was like sweets for his eyes.
But then, he started to wonder. Why did Mary look at him in the first place? Why was her expression so adorable? And why did she look away out of shyness?
”You have a cute thinking face”, Mary says out of nowhere, with a smile on her face.
Jack didn’t know what to answer. He was simply too astonished, and was fighting the butterflies in hopes of stopping himself from getting too worked up. Jack isn’t the best at keeping his calm, to say the least.
”Don’t worry”, Mary adds, ”I’m just like you, I get it”.
She turns her body towards Jack, and lets off a gorgeous giggle. Jack immediately falls in love with it, and smiles.
”You’re thinking face isn’t your only cute expression, is it?”, she says with a gentle voice. It was more of a statement than a question.
Jack can do nothing but to try and keep calm, as the feelings are too much for him. He refuses to ruin this chance to get everything off his mind.
But is it really the best time? What happens if it ruins the relation between the two? And what if these are all false signs?
Jack clenches his teeth and fists, realizing he is too weak to stop overthinking.
His favorite hobby is his biggest weakness, his biggest flaw. Every upside has its downsides.
Is it worth it? Does she really show true signs? Will she hurt me? Will I hurt myself?
Jack snaps out of it once again, this time feeling uneasy and nauseous.
He grabs a hold of his blonde, long hair, trying to calm himself down. Mary is still turned towards him, but now with a confused and worried look on her face. She looks as if she wants to ask him what’s wrong, but doesn’t want to go fishing in troubled waters.
Jack can’t contain himself anymore. He has to leave.
”I’m sorry”, he forces out of himself, and gets up, walking away fast, getting as far away as possible from the beehive. He couldn’t do it, and now has even more to think about, making him feel worse and worse, like more and more salt on the wound.
Mary watches him walk away, until he is no longer visible, and then dries her cloudy eyes. She has no idea what she did wrong. Did she say something wrong? Was she not pretty enough? Or was she simply not good enough?
Mary realizes she’s overthinking, not knowing Jack was doing the exact same thing.
All she can think about is his beautiful smile, even though she doesn’t want to.
”I don’t like him”, she tries to convince himself. ”I don’t like him”, ”I don’t like him”, ”I don’t like him”, ”I like him”, ”I love him”.
Thinking can be good, it can change your mind for the better, it can do a lot for you. But it also has its downsides, as thinking can also hurt you. You might think you’re not enough, while you’re someone else’s world. Some people think more than others, but those who think the most are the ones who are affected by it the most.
Therefore, even if overthinking can be a bad habit, one should never let their own brain be their own undoing. In other words, don’t pull the trigger to your own death trap.
We all swim in the same waters, but that doesn’t mean we should drown in our own thoughts.