24|| the pain
Nightmares!
In the shadowed embrace of night, a tempest of memories storms within me. Each heartbeat echoes the bitter taste of regret, entwined with the ghostly touch of her lips against mine, a crimson imprint haunting my consciousness.
Her soft lips, the red tinted one, glued against mine.
How the fuck her lips were on mine. And, I was the rascal who initiated it. The fact I don't regret, just make me want to shoot myself right against my chest. The fabric of reality constricts around me, suffocating in its grasp, as I struggle against the relentless tide of emotions.
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