i woke up with a hangover. i saw a yellow sticky note at the edge of the table, i knew it. you brought me home.
"there's a porridge downstairs. you look wasted."
i was supposed to smile after reading your note but then i remembered what happened last night. yeah, i became wasted because of you.
i took a glance at my window where i can see your room just across the street. looks like your gone since your window is down.
while eating the not-so-hot porridge, i checked my sns and saw your friend posted picture. so you are with your friends all night long.
i went to the studio afterwards and continued what i have started.
goodbye, hunter.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Hunter
Short Story❝ you're the reason why there are silhouette dreams and unstitched seams. you're every sonnet i make and the pills i take. you are the one that i love and the one i wish i could have ❞
