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The Last Door
Alex was seventeen, and he had loved Emily since they were twelve. She was the only light in his gray world—soft laugh, kind eyes, the kind of girl who made his chest ache every time she walked by. He wasn’t attractive. Not even close. Weak chin, bad skin, skinny shoulders, the face that got skipped over in every room. He knew it. Everyone knew it. Only the attractive guys got girls. The tall ones with sharp jaws and easy confidence. The rest of them? They were invisible. And once you passed fifteen without being chosen, it was over.
For years he stayed close to Emily. Sat near her in class, listened to her talk about her days, dreamed stupid dreams that one day she might see him. But he never told her. How could he? Boys like him didn’t get the girl.
Then one afternoon he overheard it.
Emily was laughing with her friends by the lockers. “Yeah… I lost it last month. With Jake.” Jake—the soccer player, broad shoulders, perfect smile, the kind of face girls noticed the second they hit puberty. Her voice was shy but happy. The other girls giggled and hugged her. Alex stood frozen behind the corner, the words slicing straight through him.
She had given it away. To someone else. To someone worthy.
That night the sadness crushed him. Emily—his Emily—had crossed the line that pretty girls crossed so easily. Most girls did. They got attention young, got wanted, got chosen. Their bodies opened doors without trying. But for him? No doors. Never. He was born wrong. Not attractive enough. And now the clock had run out. Seventeen and still untouched. No girl would ever want his inexperienced hands, his awkward body, his forgettable face.
He stared at the ceiling for hours, tears burning his eyes. Every memory of Emily twisted into pain. All those years of quiet love, wasted. She would never know. She would never choose him. No one would. Attractive men got the girls, got the first times, got the love. The rest were sentenced to watch from the shadows until they died alone.
It was over.
Alex pulled the blanket over his head and cried until there was nothing left. The boy who had never been wanted, and never would be.
Alex was seventeen, and he had loved Emily since they were twelve. She was the only light in his gray world—soft laugh, kind eyes, the kind of girl who made his chest ache every time she walked by. He wasn’t attractive. Not even close. Weak chin, bad skin, skinny shoulders, the face that got skipped over in every room. He knew it. Everyone knew it. Only the attractive guys got girls. The tall ones with sharp jaws and easy confidence. The rest of them? They were invisible. And once you passed fifteen without being chosen, it was over.
For years he stayed close to Emily. Sat near her in class, listened to her talk about her days, dreamed stupid dreams that one day she might see him. But he never told her. How could he? Boys like him didn’t get the girl.
Then one afternoon he overheard it.
Emily was laughing with her friends by the lockers. “Yeah… I lost it last month. With Jake.” Jake—the soccer player, broad shoulders, perfect smile, the kind of face girls noticed the second they hit puberty. Her voice was shy but happy. The other girls giggled and hugged her. Alex stood frozen behind the corner, the words slicing straight through him.
She had given it away. To someone else. To someone worthy.
That night the sadness crushed him. Emily—his Emily—had crossed the line that pretty girls crossed so easily. Most girls did. They got attention young, got wanted, got chosen. Their bodies opened doors without trying. But for him? No doors. Never. He was born wrong. Not attractive enough. And now the clock had run out. Seventeen and still untouched. No girl would ever want his inexperienced hands, his awkward body, his forgettable face.
He stared at the ceiling for hours, tears burning his eyes. Every memory of Emily twisted into pain. All those years of quiet love, wasted. She would never know. She would never choose him. No one would. Attractive men got the girls, got the first times, got the love. The rest were sentenced to watch from the shadows until they died alone.
It was over.
Alex pulled the blanket over his head and cried until there was nothing left. The boy who had never been wanted, and never would be.
