Tobías

Everything was spinning, blurring into smudged lines and blobs. I could feel my gag reflex coming on as my stomach swirled from the drinks. I had managed to drag myself to the bathroom and away from the party downstairs that smelled too strongly of smoke and had lights that burned into my brain. I came up here mostly because I didn’t feel good but also because the only thing I could think about was…her. God. She was perfect. And somehow I only thought that when I drank too much, and then i’d call her. Like the idiot I am. She always picked up though…and would even come pick me up if I begged enough. But every morning i’d leave again, sneaking quietly out of her apartment before she woke up. Taking one last longing look at her sleeping form. And now I was about to do it again. • Be whatever you want but you’re her. • (hate ya💋)