"i like you" i breathed absently, wobbily from the clashing lifelessness of party music. my voice was rancid, bouncing off the orchestra of vague friendly faces in the room. no one paid us attention.
"boy, you're just drunk," you laugh at me aloud. laughed, laughed, laughed
"i love you," i tried again
you don't respond to me, flicking a lock of your hair in annoyance.
"wanna fuck" i said roughly
with that, you finally turned to me and kissed my parched lips. you dragged my corpse up to your room and let me tear off your dress and your emotions, since this world don't need none of those feelings anyways.
