How easy it is for another to kill you. No force, no hands on the throat - just their mere presence suffocating you.
It was so weird but you craved it. As if you had a morbid attachment to death by his hand. More and more. You didn’t care that your head felt light when he smiled or that your heart stopped its beats as you exchanged a look - you wanted to suffocate in him.
“… and it was sold-out.”
“Wow,” you blinked suddenly, gaining awareness. The crowd around you started to buzz again and the flashing party lights invaded your irises.
“Yeah.Wow,” your friend rolled his eyes at your monotone voice. He swiftly turned around with a sigh, arms crossed on his chest, staring at whatever you were staring at instead of his pretty face.
“I guess that comment wasn’t on my ability to sell out a whole ass theatre but on Doyoung’s rude waist in those tight slacks.”
