* 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 ╱ 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊

““I hated you when we first met,” He laughed a little bitterly. The air between us filled with his cigarette smoke. I didn’t respond and continued to watch the night sky. He continued— “You stressed me out,” Looked over at me for a response but I gave none. “I thought you were the most beautiful person.” He expected me to reply, But there was nothing but a pregnant pause. He breathed out smoke again. “You still stress me out,” He laughed, Amused this time. “And you still think I’m the most beautiful person,” I smirked, finally replying and looking over. The coldest blue orbs clashed with my dark eyes. The cigarette smoke cleared And there was no air between us. “I still hate you,” He muttered tenderly before I tasted nothing but fire.”