Terrifyingly Close to Mr Height

Do you know what real magic is? Love. When I was little, my dad told me the sweetest love story between him and mom. In a split second, he snapped a finger and did the coin magic to me. The coin flew in slow motion aa I’m following my gaze with it. It was so mesmerizing and so the love he had for mom is unbreakable. I shouldn’t blink at one time and wait for the coin to land in my dad’s hand, maybe perhaps, I have known where the coin is hidden. And I should’ve realized sooner that love isn’t magic but a trick. I found myself at dawn in a central park of Southdale, staring at nowhere. A kid passed by and accidentally spitted on the last waffle I saved for breakfast. “ARE YOU—!” I cried with my eyes wide open. “Kidding me!?” He laughed seeing my face in surprise and ran off. This whole misery just starts when my father left home for his stupid love affair. Now, I didn’t go to college nor find a job to fund my living. I will hunt Troy for it, and he will pay! As I will hunt that kid to hell. Piercing my gaze at the kid challenging him to battle. “Get back here!” His eyes surely just came from a good sleep. His face, however, was mocking me that I couldn’t finish what I’m about to say and that I couldn’t let it go, so I ran after him.  “Hey!” I seized the hell out of him and he fell to the ground. He looked anxious and surprised by the presence of my rage. I grab the sleeves of his shirt in, “Don’t–!” I almost hit him with my pounding hands but to the ground. I can’t hurt a kid.  “It’s not my fault! I didn’t see you there!” He begs with a fake apology. His eyes were an instant closed, “Come on, it’s just a waffle. You can buy another!” He squeaks while covering his face with his arms. “Mess around with me, kid. Go to hell!” The thing is, it’s so hard for me to buy a new one with the money I have.  “Hey!” Shouted the guy, distracting me to make the kid escape. “So you can hurt a little kid?” I looked at him blankly. Do I know you? “Oh my gosh! She’s a monster!” The kid yelled as he ran away. Little kid? I scoffed. “The way you said it makes me a terrible person.” I tap my back pocket, realizing that I forget my bottle of water. Hello, I’m the victim here! I paced myself back as I exhaled. “You are.” He responded so quickly. Really. I pierce my eyes to the guy I barely recognize because of the shade of the tree covering his face, but the scent and his tall posture I could not forget.  “Well, I can’t forgive men for making me a terrible person,” I replied. Holding my deep pocket, I left in the scoffing way back to where I halted thinking who that person was. Annoying.