We were in our prime. All we ever did was listen to music. Everyone around us was leaking energy and reaching unreachable heights; there was no limit. We were all in our own little worlds, even myself. I wasn't paying attention to you at all just like you weren't paying attention to me. But with your arms slung around me, I was able to watch him define himself on that stage, on every stage.
I glanced up at you and saw that you were fixated on his voice, not his face but his voice. Your eyes were shut and you were swaying side-to-side gently, just enough so that I was moving in sync with you. I wondered why we were so sad, us, everyone. The amount of drama surrounding us never ceased to amaze me because it was all just too fake. Each argument or fight was something someone had once dreamed upon and this was them fulfilling that dream. This was him fulfilling his dream.
Everything felt perfect. My everything was with you.
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Mosquito Bites
General FictionWhere two friends go on daily adventures, living life and conquering every little problem in their tiny worlds. A boy and a girl. Two souls intertwined in what lasts for just a few moments. Always alone but never on their own. Welcome to their bubb...
