Let Me Know [ m.y.g ]

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His fists were clenched, idly hanging on his sides with his breaths that grew short and labored as tiny beads of sweat drew wet lines down the back of his neck.

He was choking on words and a little bit of the fumes that he had just inhaled; still a bit high from the magic smoke, secretly wanting it to last a bit longer. It was a bad kind of good and he was addicted to it.

"W-What," Serin's eyes travel down to the smoking foil on the bed. "Is that?"

Telling a lie would already be useless at this point but he was still considering it. If it wasn't for the obvious look on her face that she knew exactly what it was, he wouldn've straight up lied to her face. But then she spoke again.

"Answer me," She took a step forward but quickly stepped back. "What the hell is that?" She pointed at the fumes and stared back at him.

A mixture of guilt, surprise and anger welled up within him and all he could do was open his mouth, only to have nothing come out. It was like a big lump had blocked his throat and he couldn't breathe.

In the hours of the night when it is dark and quiet, that is when you realise how desperate you are of happiness. He drank yellow paint in the hopes of being happy.

"Get out," His jaw, tensed. "I want you to get out." Words dripping with venom as his bloodshot eyes stared daggers at her, almost enough to burn holes through her skull and she was almost convinced that he hated her.

Even so, Serin stood her ground and even through fear was starting to take over she took in a deep breath in the hopes of washing away the fear of him. "I'm not leaving until you tell me what the hell that is!"

"It's exactly what you think it is!" His nostrils flared as his eye grew wide in anger. His voice was so loud that it could probably be heard throughout the whole floor. "You got your damn answer, now get out!"

Serin pursed her lips, pushing them together into a thin line. Somehow, the way his hair was disheveled, the way his bloodshot eyes stared back at her made her fear him more. It was like he was a completely different person.

But despite the fear that made her stomach churn, she swallowed the lump in throat and took a step closer to him. Her eyes shifted from one eye to the other. "Get rid of it."

"Throw it out, get rid of it, I don't care! Just stop this!" Serin started picking up all the scattered bottles and wrappers, not even sparing him another glance.

Fear was evident in the tremble of her hands, frantically picking up the litter that dotted the dark flooring and all he did was stand there with his fists clenched and shirt sticking to his damp body.

The pleasurable high flowed through his veins and it fueled his temper much more. Green and blue veins popped through the porcelain-like skin as his jaw pulsated while he clenched and unclenched it.

His skin was hypersensitive to everything that surrounded him that it was like it was on fire. It was like he could hear things from miles away. His vision grew blurry, filling with big round blobs then clearing again.

All the scattered trash had all been thrown into the garbage bin that sat under his desk and all that are left were the pieces of happy that were scattered on his bed, sitting right where he had left them five minutes ago.

"Leave me alone, Serin." He muttered out of the blue. His fists clenched the unclenched as he thought of what to say next.

The air grew thick, humid, maybe, and it felt like it was slowly choking her. She stood right on her spot, not too far away from him who was staring straight at her with an unreadable expression.