He’s there. Busy writing new lyrics, composing new songs for his team’s comeback. Papers are thrown  everywhere. A cup of Coffee on his table. Spending his day in those small room. But, then.  Did he even noticed me? I’ve been standing here for an hour.

""What the f..k is your problem!!" he shot back. "IT.IS.NONE.OF.YOUR.F@@KING.BUSINESS!!" you stressed on every word loudly while trying to shove passed him.

      I saw my self kissing the one I love.   But all I feel is hurt.   

He found himself holding his breath as she parted her lips. Her pink tongue darted out, the fuzzy side of the peach.