You contemplated whether to break free from the chains that have been holding you back from doing the unthinkable, or just SSWIOMIJASBP (sit still, wait it out, maybe it’s just a slow‑burn phase) your way—just for the sake of keeping a pathetic, temporary, and very uncertain relationship with Carlo.

You both promised to keep things physical and casual. At first, you didn’t have a problem with it — you thought you were tough enough to handle anything after surviving messier situations than whatever was about to hit you.

But suddenly, the whole ride twisted into a rollercoaster of emotions. It wasn’t just excitement anymore; it was also nausea, heartbreak, and lost appetite with a side of, “Is he with other girls, too? Or is it just me?”

You wanted to get off. No. You only wanted the nausea and the things that’s making everything churn to stop, because the ride itself was too fun — even as your adrenaline spiked in all the wrong ways as you wondered if you’d made the right choice in buying the ticket and getting on the ride in the first place.

He sleeps comfortably while you stain your pillows every night, wondering over and over if he’ll ever say something to confirm whether you’re living in reality or trapped in a never‑ending nightmare disguised as a dream.

“Is Socrates possessing you or something? You’ve been staring at your food for a long ass time.” Said Carlo, seated across from you. You just now realized that you were in a café with the handsome bastard.