"Okay miss, tell us your name, what you will be preforming today, then go ahead." The MC handed me the mic and that was the moment where I acted only like Namjoon was the audience, I only looked at him and was only going to look at him.
"My name is Lee Chilwu and I will be reading my piece called 'habit'." I swallowed a big lump in my throat and begun
"It was like the darkness was about to eat me alive
like lonelyness was about to suck out my soul
the cold was about to crush my heart
and the silence was about to defeat me
until he rose from the east, like the sun, but not quick
more like moonlight; intriguing; mysterious; beautiful; familiar; thought stealing; needed.
Perfect.
It became a habit to see him
A habit to think about him
A habit to worry about him
A habit to wonder about him
A habit to need him
It was toxic, but only to me so that was okay
A habit to hope I would get to talk to him one day
I wished to share his pain and take it away
I wished to keep him company on his lonely days
I wished to see him happy, and make his frowns fade
and all this was brought about by one look
My eyes met him
Then he became a habit I couldnt control"
I finished and and the crowd applauded, I didn't break eye conact, neither did he, he just stared in disbelief.
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Ketchup -book I- knj
FanfictionShe could describe cold and silence, better than any lonely person ever could. She was like a abandoned whale swimming in the ocean, all a alone without anyone to understand her. Suddenly he appeared, like an angel caved by god himself, sent for her...
