#cupidrealm

🌿   ⠞  ₊  ˚  ꔛ   she   hated   train   rides.   having   seen   one   too   many   movies;   train   to   busan,   bullet   train,   murder   on   the   orient   express   —   you   name   it,   there   was   no   possible   way   of   stopping   her   mind   from   imagining   the   absolute   worst.   incessant   tapping   of   leg   to   subdue   her   blossoming   anxiety   as   train   prepares   to   depart   station   is   doing   little   to   nothing   for   increasing   heartbeat,   doe   -   like   orbs   glued   to   scenery   just   outside   window   partially   blocked   by   frame   beside   her.   it   was   a   view   that   caused   breath   to   even   out   ...   a   lightbulb   that   brightens   in   cerebrum   when   inquiry   posed   for   opposite   is   thought   of.   ❛   excuse   me,   ❜   manicured   tips   tap   at   limb   ever   so   lightly,   gentle   beam   decorating   cherubic   countenance.   ❛   do   you   mind   switching   seats   ?   i   just   ...   i'm   terrible   with   these   kinds   of   things   —   one   too   many   movies,   you   know   ?   the   view   is   like   ...   the   only   thing   helping   right   now.   ❜

        terror  is  awestruck  in  the  midst  of  irises  once  she  spots  the  annoyingly  handsome  male  from  across  the  room  ,  walking  into  the  atmosphere  like  he  owned  the  place  ;  and  in  her  mind  ,  he  ran  every  place  he  walked  into  .  would  be  lying  if  she  had  said  her  stomach  didn’t  drop  into  her  bottom  the  second  she  laid  eyes  on  him  ,  but  had  been  steady  in  the  fact  she  had  avoided  his  calls  and  texts  like  the  plague  within  the  past  couple  weeks  .  left  their  relationship  to  rest  on  a  metaphorical  top  shelf  ,  while  majority  of  her  attention  had  turned  back  to  the  boyfriend  that  adorned  her  side  at  the  work  party  .    “    mhm  ,  babe  ..  could  you  please  go  get  us  some  drinks  ?  i’m  thirsty  .    “    she’ll  note  as  arms  snake  around  significant  others'  neck  ,  smile  fading  off  of  plush  features  once  he’ll  move  on  his  way  and  her  gaze  is  averted  back  to  the  elephant  in  the  room  . 

🌿   ⠞  ₊  ˚  ꔛ    the   stench   of   liquor   surrounds   him,   another   night   wasted   at   infamous   nightclub   businessman   was   well   known   to   habituate   often.   even   if   workload   was   undemanding   in   daytime   —   would   always   find   himself   crawling   towards   confines   where   bare   bodies   pirouette   in   breeze.   metal   of   keys   crashing   onto   mahogany   dresser   reverberates   within   abode,   a   dim   light   in   corner   of   peripheral   catching   his   attention.   ❛   what   are   you   doing   ?   ❜   moonlight   leaks   past   blinds   revealing   just   how   late   homme   had   entered   premises   with   obsidians   a   blood   -   shot   crimson.   

   “    are  you  following  me  ?    “

     ₊ ˚ ⊹  ❥    "don't marry him." had no right to say anything of the sort, never could commit when the time was right and he knew he was too late now, but it didn't stop him from saying it now. knots took over his stomach and he felt like he could throw up any moment, knowing what kind of reaction he was going to get, yet that didn't stop him from spewing his words. / based on the source, @cupidrealm