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. S I X .
[SO INTOXICATED]
Feeling every bit of you with my hands, my palms slowly making their way downwards until they rest on your lower stomach.
An almost see-through, white button-up shirt that you're wearing crinkles under my petite fingers and I clench my fists.
I pull myself in your chest and bury myself in the comfort of your muscular form.
I breathe in your scent, trying to inhale it as much as possible.
It's so intoxicating I think I might get high just from smelling the cologne that you're wearing.
But no.
In reality, I can't even smell you.
You're not alive, you are just an illusion that my mind has created for me so I wouldn't get so depressed by your disappearance.
I wish you'd be here with me.
@twinkieyoon
