Hooked up on him. That's how I feel. Like every nerve in my body is warped around his being, his existence.
I found you unexpectedly, at around four in the morning. You seemed different, distant even. So I decided to stay.
But you see, the problem is your not here, beside me. I feel myself getting crazy- slowly, but it's killing me. I don't remember the last time I felt satisfaction, it's a feeling I don't understand anymore.
I can barely help myself. I want to hear you say those three words.
"Are you mine?"
But I guess it will never happen, and all that I'm trying to say is I need the deep end, because I keep imagining meeting you.
And here they are- entire lifetimes, only wished away. It's so unfair that we're not somewhere misbehaving, at least for a few days, it would be a great escape.
Unfortunately, I already lost track of time and space.
YOU ARE READING
AM/ oneshots
Short StoryInspired by an amazing album by Arctic Monkeys. Each song will have a chapter. I had this idea in my head for a long time, and since @cliquot posted a contest, I have an opportunity to let my creativity get the best of me.
