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"Nothing, just reading a novel." I said glancing at him.

"Why are you always reading books?" he said as he encircled his warm hands around my waist.

"Because novels help me escape the messed up reality that my life is." I said as I closed my eyes and leaned into his chest.

"Am I a part of your messed up reality?" he asked gently and I can tell that his brows are scrunched in a confused look.

"Nope, you're that beam of bright light in my darkness that force me to retract back to reality." I said as I turned around and planted a soft kiss on his tempting lips.

I am tired,

I'm too tired,

I lost faith in fighting back,

When everything gets messed up,

I just block out them,

And isolate myself with a book in hand.