U N O (part I.)

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▪︎ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ▪︎
▪︎ ʙᴏᴛʜ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ:
ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ (ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ)
▪︎  ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴꜰᴜʟ ᴏʀ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛꜰᴜʟ:
ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ
▪︎ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ
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"Your skin is so soft

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"Your skin is so soft." A handsome green-eyed man whispered breathlessly as he softly caressed my cheek. In the meantime, his other hand circled me bringing me closer to him. My body at its record responded to his every touch.

Bringing, a hand that creased my cheek only I moment ago, around my neck he brought me closer to him. Our breaths danced together while our lips were only a moment from connecting.

Closing my eyes I waited patiently for his lips to touch mine, but that never came instead there was a blinding light

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Closing my eyes I waited patiently for his lips to touch mine, but that never came instead there was a blinding light.

Opening my eyes I looked around still in a daze from such a realistic dream. Sun woke me up yet again. Turning around I looked at the window on which I yet again didn't close curtains.

Flipping myself in the opposite direction of the window I tried to go back to green-eyed Greek God. My dreams are the only way for me to have some kind of relationship. However, there was no use because it was too bright in the room.

I even pulled a blanket over my head, but no use, that way it's too hot. Then I decided to throw the blanket off of me and put a pillow over my head so that light can't come near my eyes - and guess what - it doesn't help. I'm gonna suffocate myself before I get any sleep.

"Ugh.." I groaned as I got out of my bed and close the curtains. I knew that I forgot something last night before I went to the bed, but it seems that my memory these days is like one of a fish.

After I professionally barricaded the window from any passage of light I returned to bed for only a couple more minutes.

I close my eyes but like always, sleep just didn't want to come to me and wrap me in its warm embrace. So I just laid there motionlessly and thought about stupid things... like my life.

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