Inspired by “Ecstasy” — SUICIDAL-IDOL

Being around you felt like a rush Mikey didn’t know how to handle. You’d laugh too loud, tease him too boldly, tug on his sleeve like he belonged to you. And he always let you. Late one night, you and Mikey sat on the rooftop, legs dangling over the edge. You nudged him. “Do you ever get tired of me?”

He didn’t look at you. He just said: “…No. Never.” You smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder. Mikey’s heart slammed so hard he almost flinched. You whispered: “You make me feel like I’m floating.” Mikey swallowed, voice soft but shaky: “That’s what you do to me. Every time I see you.”

You blinked, surprised by the honesty. He finally looked at you — eyes wide, vulnerable, overwhelmed. “I don’t know what this is,” he admitted. “But it’s… it’s too much.” His hand brushed yours. “And I don’t want it to stop.” For once, you both felt the high at the same time.