after three huge fallout he couldn’t stop thinking about you. your sweet taste, your little squeaks and squeals, the way your body felt. he kisses it all, even if he caused it. nothing matters to him anymore, getting into more fights, high all the time. every single time he wanted to call you, and one night he did, drunkenly confessing all of this.

it was the next week when you finally decided to confront him. pulling him into a room at a party, the stupid led lights dimmed red, probably from somebody hooking up a few minutes ago.

you see him he soft, looking at you. his eyes aren’t cold, their soft and hazy, like he’s floating. he confesses again, he can’t stop thinking about you.

“just think about….kay? just think about it…” i slurs and mumbled, not even realizing he’s fallen into your soft arms.

you can’t do anything, just sighing and deciding he needs a place to stay tonight.

“who needs another friend? i need to hold your hand. you need no other man.” he slurs, just saying anything he can. all you can do is pat his head and let him mumble