#wrie

Rachel pretended she did not notice it and instead looked at the empty bottle in the middle of the center.

“Alright, alright!” Gloria gleefully spun the bottle. Rachel watched and went with the laughter, the ooh’s and ahh’s with the revelation and jokes thrown across.

The bottle was spun again. “Rachel!” They called as the open end pointed at her. The bottom end was facing Jason.

“Jason gets to ask dear Rachel!” Kaye said after downing her nth glass.

This was a bad idea, Rachel knew. Bad bad idea. She shouldn’t have joined. Or shouldn’t have gone here. But she can’t back out now.

Rachel tried to look Jason on the eyes, but he was hard to read. Heck, she can never read people. She’s too preoccupied on reading what she feels.

“Have you felt something?”

He caught her offguard, “W—what?” Their circle was encased of ‘ooh’s’.

“We talked—last Christmas—did you—“

She sighed, “Yes.” She’s been keeping it a secret for months. She was not an expressive person. “I—I—did you mean it?”

“Oh, oh!” Kaye interrupted, “Only Jason gets to ask—“

“Yes,” Jason answered. “I meant it.”

  please i'm begging

take this away 

this feeling

 I know you think i'm strong enough

 but i'm telling you 

over and over

  i'm not 

i can't do this

  i really really can't. 

you've done this awful thing to me, 

i know 

you don't realize

 and i know

 you didn't mean to 

but nevertheless

 i’m here, 

you're here, 

and i'm breaking...

 every time you touch me 

every time you smile

 every time you look at me 

i'm breaking

 help me

 please

 i'm begging

take this away 

this feeling please... 

you promised me 

everything

 in the way you sang

 and you gave me a key 

with your kind kind laughing eyes

  i know

 you don't realize 

and i know

 you didn't mean to 

but i’m trapped 

there's no way out/ 

with that promise came a secret 

one inside me

 like a trade

 you gave me everything and something else happened,

 something else happened to me 

and it's because of you/ 

with that key came a cage, 

one with a different lock 

one with a different chain, 

you gave me an opening

 but it was a trap,

 wasn't it?

 it was a trap,

 give one thing

 and keep me forever,

 give a mouse some cheese

 but snap its neck.

 it's not your fault

  i know 

if anything its mine 

i’m 

How'd he hit her fast

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Must be all that cash

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He could drop her off the pole

Call it lucky, call it brash

She's a star to be hold

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Not in whispers from the misters

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