In my campus, a famous group called BTS is setting girls' hearts on fire. I choose to ignore their existence but as it turns out, we have a greater connection than just being schoolmates. Murders? Assassinations? Who? BTS?
You can never complete a puzzle if a piece is hidden. A missing piece wouldn't matter much if it were me because sometimes you just have to accept the harsh reality of a broken truth. The pain wouldn't be undone and the memory has already been engraved. It's funny how things easily change in a short span of time and yet people in focus don't even notice it. How could I easily entrust myself when I knew I could end up dying in their hands. The question is, to whom do I have more chances with, am I not just merely another pawn?
A childhood memory that is keeping its binds with me. It's bittersweet. The more I remember, the more it becomes vague. The clock tik-toked so fast as I felt sorry, I closed the doors as I felt wary. Unknowingly, your presence opened my eyes, heck it melted the ice. I add and subtract my percentage of attraction in the end, I multiply more and more as conclusion.
"Dreams and fantasies can never surface reality but if you would love me inside a dream, then I'd live a life's worth fantasy." He whispered to me with glossy eyes. I feigned unconsciousness just to avoid unwanted emotions. He fixed the hair covering my face and the blanket on top of me and then he left without uttering any last word.
If it were that easy to love someone then I'd already fallen long before. I closed my eyes and then drifted off to sleep away from the complication of my surging emotions.
Please save me tonight.