Down below it’s never silent, but I cannot hear them singing.
The clear surface is a barrier for mockery
Bullies don’t have gills.
But neither have I… with aching lungs I break the surface.
Breathe to meet their song… and worse… the pity in your eyes.
I never asked for mercy.
I only craved your love.
That’s why I wrote that song for you.
But it was meant for you and only you.
I know you didn’t mean to hurt me, but texting to your friend made it spread like wildfire.
I dive… this time I might drown for real.
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The picture made me think of those awkward moments when you have declared your love… and lost. I have never done this myself, but there were times when I wished the ground would open up beneath me.
Friday Fictioneers is a community of writers where we try to find a story inside a picture and capture it in 100 words. Rochelle does a great job selecting the picture and giving us a great story to read. So does many other talented writers.
May 15, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Björn, you portray the raw emotions and the open wound very well. Nicely done.
To be crushed by embarrassment like this is a hard blow.
Ooo. Ow. Ouch. I feel his pain.
I felt it writing the story.
Bjorn, your empathy is palpable here. I love how you put this together.
It’s probably empathy for myself in this case…. it could have been me.
Sounds like he made a poor choice to fall in love with
Indeed… but who knows in the end.
Oh, Bjorn, this is painfully good.
Thank you… I could actually feel the humiliation like acid in my stomach
Lovely piece of writing – such depth (if you’ll excuse the pun).
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Thank you… you cannot dive in the shallow end.
I’ve been there. In hindsight it wasn’t such a big deal – if only we could explain that to the kids as they are going through it.
It’s devastating … but even if it stings we can laugh at it when we’re older.
Very well written. I’ve been there… And have written a song for someone too, where that love wasn’t returned. How humiliating! But all’s well that ends well. My husband appreciates every word I write for him. 🎶💞
Ouch… it’s never easy to pour your soul into someone else.
she doesn’t deserve him. i’n sure he’ll find someone better if he keeps himself alive. 🙂
He will survive… she might even change her mind.
Nothing worse than unrequited love. You portray the pain so well here.
I think most of us remember moments like this.
I think so
Intense writing. Reminded me of being a teen when everything was such a big deal – live or die. Melodramatic but so real.
A dangerous time being a teen…
A tale many of can relate to I’m sure. Excellent.
Rosey, a joke and some wine!
I think this is something we all have felt.
I think you have captured the moment perfectly!
Thank you… it’s that sinking feeling.
Ouch, poor guy. Brought back an awkward memory… 🙂
Yup… have been through that as well.
Oh the woes of young love. You described it perfectly.
When i started to write that feeling came back…
May be you are better off without her. Pain will go away, then you may realise that it was a blessing in disguise that she made fun of you.
I’m sure life will go on… but the humiliation always remain.
Dear Bjorn,
Ouch. This makes my heart hurt. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I had some memories coming back when writing this,..
The cruelty of unrequited love is multiplied beyond measure because of social media. Humiliation magnified.
Social media can be lethal.
I think you have expressed the painfull embarrassment he feels. So real in this modern world – but time heals.
It existed when I was young as well… but maybe it spreads quicker now.
You expressed his pain and humiliation brilliantly. Our fellow human beings can be so cruel. Very well written!
We can be very cruel… or sometimes just careless.
How easily is it these days for our thought and emotions go viral and expose us to trolls. Hopefully he will get over this and and not be afraid to bare his soul again. Nice one.
He will be cautious in the future…
My youngest grandson is a bit quirky. At 13 he is just beginning to notice something besides video games. He as a girl out on Friday. She said she would let him know on Monday.
Oh I hope it goes well… and if she says no, at least she will not let everyone else know.
It’s hard for many children growing up. Other’s can be cruel. Let’s hope he heals. He needs someone to talk to who understands. A good story, Bjorn. Well written. —- Suzanne
There’s no going back, and nothing can change that awful moment.
Yes, wishing the ground would swallow me is definitely a feeling I can relate to!
Oh that wish for the ground to open up beneath your feet is certainly true. This is well told. And great choice to make it water rather than ground.