#obsessiive

“Do you have a better explanation?”

“No, please, go on.” She knew that she shouldn’t have been speaking to strangers, because that usually led to her regretting that particular action later, but what was the harm in listening to this one, at this moment?? “I was listening.” She hummed, arching an eyebrow at the man beside her on the bus.

             The blond sighed, shoulders slumping forward as she listened to his lack luster confession. He didn’t seem fearful, or at least in her half slumbered stupor she could not tell how he felt about his actions, to say the least. She moved, pushing herself to a sitting position before acknowledging him yet again. “Where’s the body?” she found herself asking, wondering if he’d been stupid enough to simply leave the dead where they lay.

          ` well, i guess we’re ROOMATES. that’s, uh, cool. i mean, unless you have a weird sock fetish like my last one did. you don’t have a weird sock fetish, do you? `

[ Text → Enzoo ] I can care about more than one person Enzo, Scott’s my friend. A really good friend... [ Text → Enzoo ] With you? Enzo-- I’m...not with you, I’m your friend. F r i e n d. And as a friend, I love you too...just breathe, okay?

“Sorry.” He mumbled as he did, his whole body feeling so weak and dizzy.