"I hate dancing. I never danced. I hate music, I hate anything that had rhythm. I hate songs, I hate everything that had melodies and what not. But then I realized I'm starting to love the things I hate. I hate you."
His smile grew wider. The wind bellows, sending chills and shivers down my spine. I could feel my heart breaking free from its rib cage. My mind is a hazy terrain of twirled and twisted possibilities. He leaned closer, inches, to centimeters, till the slightest gap, he whispered huskily. The words I always hear but faintly remembered.
"Love is a death trap. I had falling deeply unto you. And there's no turning back. I lost myself in the dwindling thoughts of you. I fell off . Dazed and fazed to the point of no return. "
It was like nothing mattered but our next breath fanning against our faces.
"Love is a death trap. That prestine moment you thought will be your last. At the spur of the moment you'd do anything to survive. But, if love is a death trap, I had died the moment my gaze held yours. "
I'm not sure if this time won't hurt, or if it's going to be the best thing that'll happen yet.
"You're fancy. "
" You're welcome. I only get fancy if I choose you. I mean to. Lucky you. "
" I thought I'd hate accidents."
"Don't we all? "
"Except for one. "
"Like--"
" Accidentally falling for you. "
If love is a gamble, I'll be his gambler.
I hope this one doesn't hurt.
I hope this one works.
I hope this one...
I hope he's the one.
And in a million possible tomorrows, I'd still choose you.
In a thousand possible futures, I'd always run back to you.
Darling, it's you. It will always be you.
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Empty Hospital Bed
RomanceWhat was once I thought was my safe haven metamorphosed into a harbor that heralds nothing but havoc. What was once I thought was my saving grace, is now my life's greatest gamble. Life And Death Nothing in between.
