𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✓

Had there

I saw you that night.

You were totally wasted. Walking in your tipsy way, stumbling to the very place I love.

I called it my stargazing spot, even though I could never spot a single star from there. But it was my little heaven of thoughts and ideas. A place where I could finally relax and be far away from my problems.

Until you came.

You had a bottle of soju in one hand, and the other grasping onto the nearest handle bar near you, which happened to be from the staircase to the roof. Your blonde hair was disheveled and damp, while the red-plaid shirt was almost to the state of being torn.

Your tiny eyes and pretty face had purple bruises, and that busted lip made it all seem worse.

You stumbled your way towards the spot where I stood—which happened to be the little place on the roof which didn't have railings.

And the moment you halted your step...

...I knew what shit you were about to pull.

"Um, if you're gonna puke, go and do it over there. I don't want you
to ruin my favorite place for stargazing."

You looked down at me with your blurred eyes, and gave me a drunk, toothy grin.

But that was before I noticed...

...that you had puked all over yourself.

-x-

Bleh