“Oh, I don’t need one! Don’t worry about me I’m cool.” Gina idly giggles amongst her words, feeling as if she was being arisen in the sun of how easily the stranger warms her side. So then what should be my nickname for you?” He asks, his eyelashes flickering amongst his apple cheeks, his smiles smeared wide and bright. “No! I mean-yes-it’s a nickname I make up sometimes you know? Like hey, what’s up, pretty stranger!” Gina tries and (fails) the recurring thoughts that seem to splurge out of her mouth before processing in her brain. “You think I’m pretty?” The stranger asks, laughs tugging on his tongue and Gina could feel herself warm up at the sound. “Thank you, pretty stranger.” Gina has been very keen on not making a mess of herself in front of people who internally excude any sense of beauty and yet here she is, once again. She downs the tequila as it burns the back of her throat before her eyes met brown ones, soft puppy-eyed ones. Like really good.” A voice echoes in her head, oh-wait no it’s a person. She sighs as she reaches the bar, ignoring the anticipated stares she received. Her phone beams with messages of support for her set. The melodies of her voice stopped, and soon the dark room that she swore was gleaming light erupted in applause, the world had gifted her roses of love and she wished for the thorns to take her out of her misery.įurthering herself down the platform, the air felt warm, She sang because it was the only thing that keeps her alive. She sang because it was the only time when she feels a sense of self. She sang because it was the only way she can block him out of her head. She sang till her throat withered in the sun, till she couldn’t hear herself breathe, to the point where it ached to her core. I feel myself falling further down your prioritiesĪnd I still make excuses for you constantly. Who would’ve thought the world had gutted the nastiest parts of pain and spilled it out for her to engulf? How could heartbreak genuinely feel as if one was twisting the beating organ, till your lungs filled with anguish? The world felt as if it was clinging to her vision and all she could see was the darkness that overshadowed her. The golden lights beamed as she embrace the words that bellowed from her aching heart.
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