"You've been etched on my mind," his lips came into contact with my neck. And my breathing hitched with surprise. "Like a fucking chant."
"No," My voice was barely above a squeak. "You can't make me your plaything anymore!"
"I hate how everything...
Without a warning, he crashed his lips against mine...
I gasped, jumping slightly.
He did it as if he had always done that, as though it was normal to him, unaware of the storm of pain swirling inside me...
His lips were on mine, exploring them that felt more like a wrestling match than a romantic encounter...
No....This can't be happening..
I lost...I lost what I'd been so keenly preserving for someone...
I'd allowed the moment, the atmosphere, the pressure of his gaze to steal something that should have been reserved for just him who truly made my heart sing...
He brought his hand to the nape of my neck and bit my lip so that I couldn't pull back. I was static...I couldn't move a finger, let alone pretend to kiss him back.
Dave pulled back after he sensed the others wooing and widening their eyes.
I quickly wiped my lips off his essence as soon as both of us made our way out of the room.
My insides were screaming...
Yet in his eyes, there was nothing but cold contempt.
"You could've stopped from letting it happen! Why did you..?" Something choked me and I couldn't go on.
And he smiled. I frowned because he didn't for once smile today. I was still so short of breath, how could he keep his calm like that as if nothing had happened?
He leaned onto the staircase wall and turned to me, grinning.
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"I could've avoided it," he clicked his tongue and I hate that the most about him.
"But turned out I didn't."
He snickered as I stomped my feet on the ground and turned to leave.
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As I aimlessly made my way back through the dimly lit streets, I could only feel sadder...
A flicker of anguish followed. It wasn't his fault entirely, I acknowledged, but the resentment simmered nonetheless.
Unknowingly, tears erupted and flowed down before I could wipe them...
He'd taken something from me, an experience I could never reclaim, and replaced it with a memory that felt so tainted...
The moment that was supposed to be so heavenly and special, a defining memory of my youth, felt stolen, tarnished by the wrong person.
"Are you alright?"
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