Silent Suicide

His finger motioned me to come closer, so I did. But once I did, he didn't do anything. I didn't do anything. We just stared at each other, barley even blinking. Just examining each other's features. I continued to stare at him, drinking from the cup that I had in my hand still. I could feel the cold liquid slushing down my throat, turning warm as it goes down into my stomach. Sending me a little fuzzy. I gave him a huge smile, and he gave one back. I was a maniac for wanting him. But we seem so alike. "Tell me." he repeated. "Tell you what?" "The things I don't know about you." "I would rather show you." I told him, chugging the remainder of my drink. I smacked my lips, licking them off. His eyes gleamed with lust. It was attacking me inside. "Then show me."