𝖄𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖎'𝖘 𝕻𝕺𝖁

      I huffed as I sat down on the seats of the booth. Making sure to be careful, not wanting to move too fast and give myself a headache.
    After last night I've been getting headaches on and off for majority of the day, which is why I was so accepting of the club. "Hey there~" a girl cooed as she sat down across from me, offering to buy me a drink, "Can I buy you a drink?"
      The words rolled off her tongue with a sweet thickness that I had never heard before. Her voice was so soft and angelic.
      I looked at her, studying her face, my eyes locking onto hers. They were a soft (e/c). The way they sparkled in the light made me feel fuzzy. Just one look at this girl's face had me intoxicated wanting more, but little did I know that it was the girl that had bumped into me in front of the coffee shop earlier today.
       After a song switch the club gave off a different vibe, the lights turning red as the sad, yet rhythmic music played over the speakers, giving the club a different vibe.
      I looked at the girl taking up her offer to buy me a drink, "Sure, I don't mind." I faked a smile at her, which she returned with one just as fake if not more. Makes me wonder what she goes through in her own life.

https://youtu.be/GvgcrwbEWR8

{Song above is the song played in this chapter of the club}
         She placed the order for the drinks up at the bar. I watched her every move, just waiting to see what she does next. Like an eager puppy, watching its owner curiously as they try to catch its attention.
         I watch as the bartender hands her two glasses. She then turns, making eye contact with me again and heads back in my direction. My eyes traveled down to her body, taking note that from far away it was much easier to see, the curves of her petite body, how beautiful she was. I hadn't noticed that I was staring until she had gotten closer, her face had turning a light shade of pink. While mentally panicking I turned away, looking over at the drunken women that were sloppily grinding in each other as well as other people who were on the dance floor.

As she set the drinks down, she sat back down across from me, occasionally taking a sip. Her chin rested against the palms of her hands. Oh how I was dying to feel her touch. Her skin looked so soft, and her hair looked like (h/c) spun silk. I craved her attention, her touch. What bothered me most was that I didn't understand what this feeling was. It confused me, hell it even scared me.

I pick up the glass, it wa slick and cold. I took a sip, savoring the strong taste of the liquor. I was happy she didn't have it mixed, I gratefully enjoyed my liquor poured over ice. Hopefully I could drink off this oncoming headache.

Sipping didn't seem like an option anymore, the memories of yesterday flooding my mind. I dump the contents of the glass down my throat, accidentally swallowing a cold, smooth cube of ice as I do so. But the thing was, I didn't care and I don't care. I just wanted this feeling to stop, these emotions of mine to go away. But they wouldn't. You want to know how I know? The cheater meant everything to me, but unfortunately everything I offered and gave her wasn't enough and she craved more. Going to my friend for help. Neither of them caring about the outcome or the consequences. That's why I had to 𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖊 them. I no longer have to worry about them. If I couldn't have 𝕳𝕰𝕽 then nobody could. That's why I had to 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑 her. She didn't love me. I couldn't let her leave, so I clipped her wings forcing her to stay in an eternal state of youth forever.