prompt: overrated
word count: 100

He was sick of it.

The colours he saw whenever he looked at the love of his life, it hurt so goddamn much. All he wanted to do was run up to her and kiss her, to release all the emotions he's had bottled up inside.

But he couldn't, no matter what he tried because something, something within him restrained himself.

Yet he knew the truth.

He knew why he couldn't possibly do that.

Because she didn't love him back.

It was the sad ending to the tragedy named his life, and it was a never ending cycle.

Love's overrated.