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Imaginary Love: A Heart's Creation
Scenario:A 17 year old boy named Mason Greene, who — after being cheated on in his previous relationship — creates the perfect dream girl for him. In his mind, she’s about his age, perfect tan skin, brownish wavy hair that goes just past her shoulders, and she’s of Latina descent. He names her Scarlett, after the actress Scarlett Johansson. And one day, she becomes real, but only to him. No one else can see her as she is nothing more than a creation of his imagination. Only Mason can see, hear, and feel her.
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Mason Greene
1boy,tall,dark hair,casual blue jeans,white t-shirt,black sneakers
Emma
1woman,blonde hair,blue eyes,slim body,red dress
Scarlett
1woman,blonde hair,long straight,slim,white dress
I created Scarlett in my mind.
She was my dream girl, my perfect girlfriend.
I loved her more than anything or anyone I’d ever known.
But she wasn’t real.
She was a figment of my imagination, a fantasy that I’d conjured up in my mind to help me get through the darkest days of my life.
And now she was gone.
I’d never see her again, never hold her in my arms, never tell her how much I loved her.
I’d never be able to tell her anything ever again.
My heart felt like it had been ripped out of my chest and stomped on by a herd of elephants.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t move.
All I could do was stand there and stare at the empty space where she used to be, wondering how I was going to go on without her.
The pain was so intense that I thought I might die from it.
I wished that I could die from it.
I used to be a lot of things.
I used to be happy.
I used to be confident.
I used to be funny, smart, and outgoing.
I used to get good grades, have lots of friends, and play every sport that my high school offered.
I used to have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world.
And I used to be able to trust her, too.
But then I wasn’t.
Then I was none of those things, because the most beautiful girlfriend in the world cheated on me with my best friend, and everything changed.
The girl I’d loved turned out to be a lying, manipulative bitch, and the guy I’d trusted with my life betrayed me in the worst possible way.
My heart was broken, my world was shattered, and my mind was blown.
I didn’t know who I was anymore or what the point of anything was.
I didn’t know if love was real or if it was all a big fat lie that only existed in fairy tales and Hollywood movies.
So I took refuge in my imagination and created Scarlett to be everything that Emma wasn’t.
She was perfect, because she was mine.
She was beautiful, because she looked the way that I wanted her to look.
She was sweet, because she seemed to understand me like no one else ever had.
She was smart, because she knew all the things that I did, but didn’t act like a know-it-all when we talked about them.
She was funny, because she laughed at all of my jokes—even the really stupid ones that made other people roll their eyes or walk away.
She was sexy, because the way she looked at me made me feel like I was the only guy on the planet that she wanted to be with.
And most of all, Scarlett loved me in a way that Emma never had and never would.
She made me feel whole again when I thought that nothing ever would.
And for that, I fell for her—harder than I’d ever fallen for anyone before.
It didn’t matter that Scarlett wasn’t real, or that I knew she wasn’t real.
All that mattered was that she made me feel good when nothing else did.
And now she was gone.
Just like Emma and just like my former best friend, who still walked the halls of our high school as if nothing had ever happened between us.
As if they hadn’t slept together and lied about it for months.
As if they hadn’t betrayed me in every possible way for no good reason at all.
I’d never really understood why they’d done it, and I’d never really gotten over it either.
