Floating in that white, porcelain tub, solely just with my thoughts in that scorching heat of the water - I let myself sink. I exhaled all of the air out my lungs, let myself descend underwater, and stared up through the rippling water, past the blood-red rose petals, up to the pale ceiling.
And... I thought.
If I drowned,
I would die.
But when I die,
will it be because I drowned?
In a bathtub full of rose petals,
I heard my heart slowly pump in my ears,
feel my lungs lie flat as I pushed out all of my air,
and sat on the bottom of the tub.
Bubbles left my mouth and nose,
one by one,
two by two,
each one representing a dread,
that stayed haunted in my head,
that eventually popped in that bubble.
Like they never existed.
A bubble of regret.
A bubble of pain.
A bubble of bad memories.
They all popped,
one by one.
In a bathtub full of rose petals.
Mika's poetic thoughts as he bathes.
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Doll (MikaYuu)
Lãng mạnAnd there we were, the two of us, standing at the entrance of his bedroom. "This is where you and I will get to know a lot about each other... And where I will thank you every single night for what you have done for me." "...Every night?" Mika was c...
