A small peck on his neck but it feels like a grim reaper's hands has touch his neck and ready to take out his soul.

His body stiffen.

His throat is dry.

He can't hear his heart beats because it's stopped the moment that 'thing' happen.

His head is dizzy and his eyes was unfocused for a moment, but thanks to God because he can gain back his consciousness before he really collapse on the floor like a sick chicken that infected with a dangerous virus. 

His lips was ziped, don't know what to say because his mind went blank.

Should he screams ?

But, why can't his lips move even just for an inch ?

He wants to cry, because he doesn't know why but somehow this 'accident' has hurt his pride a little.

.

.

or it just a form of his embarrassed feeeling ?

Because after that 'accident' there is 'this' confusing feeling inside of his heart.

Happiness, that he doesn't know where it is comes from. But, he also have a feeling that he shouldn't feel that way, he should forget it, erase it.

These feeling really confused him.

' What Is This, actually ? '

His mind shout frustated.