𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 - 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴

denial.

the boy layed in bed awake, thinking back to the following day.
walking over to the loud drilling kitchen of a small cafe.
the noise of machinery and clanging of mugs filled the air like pollution. unable to escape from the sounds like being chased by a drooling tiger.
his eyes darted to a tall, dark being. appearance standing out and a sweet scent that lingered off of the ethereal being behind the counter.
if only it wasn't there, keeping them far apart as his slender fingers slid the cold cup of swirling bitterness over to him, it leaving a wet trail of condensation behind it.
however he couldn't focus on receiving said drink and only took in how deliciously handsome the barista was. his sharp face was perfectly framed by chocolate curly locks, his chin had a perfect indent and sat below his glossy lips.
unable to look away from him, it was like nails on a chalk board.
he hated it, what was so enticing about said angel..?
why did it drive him mad, why did his simple aura captivate him and trap him in an alluring trance.
he couldn't think how, or why.
he couldn't help but protest against the harsh beating of his heart.
hated.
he, did so.
he dispised this.