Ryan Darvalics

Short story by Tyler Darvalics =D "Fate of the Beta Male" "Honey, we have to talk." Right then, a fierce pulse of timidness rushed up my spine, making my eyes quiver. I knew this time was coming, I just abhorred thinking of such a thing. Those five words played a chord on my heart’s iron strings. That song was one of sadness, for I knew we would be splitting apart. As I drew near to her, my hands shook, but to hide them, I held each of my hands. My throat drew dry, my mind emptied, and my eyes saw someone different. This different person was someone who I never loved. This person was someone who I have never met. We looked each other in the eyes, knowing what was going happen. Trying to compose a melody in my mind to stop this from occurring, I knew it would not make the difference. With an already broken heart, I withdrew as she put her hand across the table, trying to make contact with me. With a bitter taste in my mouth I looked away looking through the glass behind me. The speech began. The same cliched speech that I’ve heard thousands of times before. It usually starts with "It’s not you, it’s me." Oh, how their words try to uphold you, the "dump-ee" as someone so holy in their eyes. As she began to talk, my eyes wandered back to the table, to look at her, the love of my life, once. As I rotated my head around to look out the window, I wished that I could for once catch a break. I was what you would call a "Beta-male." The one who always seemed inferior to the "Alpha-male," the jock. I’ve gone out with women for no reason , and every reason. I tired to prove to myself that I could actually become someone, have that all American dream. Julie Johnson was just another woman who came into my life, wrecked it, turned it, and rearranged it every way possible. It was time to move on I suppose. It started way back when I just a little boy. I never had a real charm when it came to having women in my life. I suppose when God was handing out compatibility to everyone, I was on my lunch break. After I was done reminiscing over my poor, unfortunate life, I returned to a Julie who stared at me. It was done. The break up was carried through. After the first few break ups, it hurt. Now, those relationships burned a hole in my heart that scabbed over, and healed, preventing harm from relationships. I can’t help but convince myself that fate is playing a harmful game with me. Every time a woman breaks up with me, I feel that they return to my other Ex’s and talk about how bad I was in bad and tally up scores.Oh how I long for a life other than a "Beta-male’s!" Someone! Anyone! How could I stop this horrid life full of despair. I needed to find a solution to eradicate this problem once and for all. I began to stand, and walk out the door when a dark plan caught my mind’s eye. I walked to my office where I easily ascended the hundred’s of steps. After I walked up, I looked up at the sky – bright, lovely day, for such an occasion, I suppose. I neared the edge of the building’s high-rise where I overlooked the city below.