monday 14th.

you never liked this day for a lot of reasons— maybe one of them because it should be a ordinary monday and a shot out for ~xxx~!

however, you knew it could change, until i tried it really.

☆

as a poet would say: it's just getting started.

it wasn't a crowded place for a small room around your neighbourhood, but your sense warned about: you wouldn't handle an hour there.

it was really hot inside, and the lightning made you dizzy. the smell of cheap beer, the music blasting your ears while you tried to cut through people to an remote area— if had one—, your friend complaining besides you; every single thing complemented a day that would be like any other.

and, well, also another thing. better, a woman.

her voice sounded like an angel. her visual was just... amazing. her black hair shone under these lights. in short, she was the subject, or you thought so. and couldn't tear yourself from looking at that kind of masterpiece, obviously.

where the heck is saki-

"are you lost?"