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❝three.❞
ㅡ ঌ𝒞𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 fogged up the air as Sero exhaled it from his mouth, the snake bite moving with every breath. it was probably about 2:47 am, and Sero couldn't sleep. It's not like this was a new thing, there'd just be a night where he'd feel too awake to be tired, but too tired to go outside, leaving him to do the next best thing; sitting by his bedroom window, songs lightly whispering from the micro pores of his speaker resting on his dresser. it was weird ㅡ normally he'd be empty minded, gazing into nothingness, but today? today one thing, one very small but impactful thing crawled through the cave that which his mind resided in; you.
Sero could've sworn on his life that he saw you yesterday, outside the salon he happened to be talking to Deja next to. He was going to say hi, but it looked like you were in a rush. There was something distinctive about you that day, though. your hair looked different, and he wasn't sure why, but he liked it. More than he thinks he should have.
Something's wrong, his heart..his heart feels like you had left his mind, snuck into his chest, and hugged it, not just any hug, a bear hug. The man stood up from his daybed and trekked towards his ac. 'Why the hell is it so damn hot in here?' he thought. He wasn't hot before, so why now? Why now, of all times did he suddenly have the urge to dunk himself in water? 'Prolly this stupid cig.' He sighed, crushed the blunt, and tossed it into his trash bin.
He missed.
There's a whisper. Not the whispers from his speaker being so low on volume, but the whisper from the back, the waaaay back of his mind.
why didn't I get her number. . .?
TEARS FELL FROM the depths of your tear ducts. You were in your bedroom staring at all the texts your ex sent you. Somehow, he found a way to get through to you from a different number.
