in the new fairly oddparents movie
Haruka: He was going crazy. He couldn’t focus. It cut him to the core every time he saw her turn away from him or walk in the opposite direction. It was a hurt that even the water couldn’t make better. He’d been wrong and he knew it, but he didn’t know how to fix it. He usually wasn’t very good with people, but she was worth the potential embarrassment. When he finally caught her in the hall, he reached out and touched her shoulder to get her attention. She started to turn away again when he blurted out, “Please.” A little quieter, he asked, “Will you listen?”
Makoto: It was now or never. The only time he ever seemed to be able to catch her was during lunch. The problem was that she was sitting with several of her friends. When the group of girls spotted him and collectively frowned, his courage began to waver. No. He had to do this, if for no other reason than to apologize for jumping to conclusions and then hurting her. When he reached the group, he knelt beside her on the grass and looked her in the eye. He wanted to reach out and hold her, but he just couldn’t. “I’m so sorry. I’ll understand if you say no, but I’d really like a second chance to make things better.”
Nagisa: He wanted to cry every time he saw her. She was still so cute and sweet and amazing, but she never smiled at him anymore. That’s what he missed most; the way her face used to light up when she would see him. Then he had to go and mess everything up. Getting up extra early, he made sure to get to her house before she left for school. When she stepped outside and saw him, they both just stared at each other. He did his best to resist but couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around her shoulders and holding her tight. “I’m so, so sorry,” he mumbled into her hair. “Please take me back?”
Rei: Whenever he was around her, his chest hurt and it got hard to breathe. He’d thought that he was ill at first, but came to a different conclusion after some research. Takotsubo cardiomyopathy. Better known as Broken Heart Syndrome. He knew now that he’d been in the wrong, but he didn’t know how to fix it. He was scared. What if she rejected his apology? It might very well kill him. He knew that he would never be able to stay calm enough to verbally articulate his feelings so he wrote them all down; his apology, his feelings, how he desperately wanted her back in his life. He held his breath as he handed over his letter and waited for her reply, good or bad.
Rin: Frustration seemed to define him lately. He ran his hands through his hair so often that he was starting to look like Samezuka’s previous captain. How could he have bought into those stupid rumors? Groaning, he flopped back on his bed and stared at the phone in his hand. She hadn’t been answering his calls, but he just had to try again. He shot upright when the call was actually picked up. She didn’t sound happy. “Look, I…” He was tripping over his words trying to get them in order. “I was stupid, okay? And I’m sorry. Can we…can we just…talk?”
Sousuke: They didn’t go to the same school, so he went to where she worked a part-time job and waited outside for her shift to end. He had lots of time to think, but he still had no idea how to apologize over such a stupid misunderstanding. When he saw her start to leave, he jogged after her to quickly catch up and grabbed her hand to make her stop. Her look of surprise and hurt felt like he’d been punched in the chest. There were no excuses. He squeezed her hand, his eyes begging her to believe him, and said, “I’m sorry.”
Aiichirou: “I…I’m sorry!” He bowed deeply in front of her and tried to keep himself from shaking in nervousness. “I m-made an assumption and did something terrible because of it. Please forgive me.” She was quiet and he thought he was going to throw up from the way his stomach was twisting. He squeezed his eyes shut tight as tears began to gather, but he jumped a little when he felt her hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he hoped that she would be able to forgive his mistake and give him another chance.
Seijuurou: He was grumpy. Everyone around him noticed the change in his usually loud and bright attitude. But he just couldn’t find it in himself lately. He was lonely and knew that he didn’t have anyone to blame but himself. He’d acted rashly and made a huge mistake and now he was paying for it. He sat on one of the many benches on his college campus and bounced his foot as he waited anxiously. She used this route to get to her next class. “___!” He called out when he saw her. She didn’t stop walking so he followed after her. “I just need to talk to you. I don’t care if you don’t say anything back, but please at least hear me out…”
Momotarou: He grumbled into his pillow from where he was curled up on his bed. What was he supposed to do? What could he do? He’d been such an idiot. Now he missed her like crazy and didn’t have the slightest clue of how to make things better. He missed talking to her. He missed seeing her. More than once he’d had to stop himself from sending her a good morning text like he always used to. He stared at his phone before glancing over to his clock. Eleven AM. Not exactly morning anymore, but he didn’t have any other ideas. Flipping his phone open, he typed out “Good morning. I miss you. I was wrong. I’m sorry.” He hit send and hoped for the best.
do you ever get sad attacks and it drains you and you’re just left sitting there like wow this is so uncalled for rude
that tension between u and the other youth in the manga/anime section of a public store