Once in a while you come across a girl whom you make an instant connection with. It's such a lovely feeling. It's literally baring your soul to someone and having a mutual appreciation for each other. The way you don't have to think of the words you're gonna say next... the way you let your guard all the way down... is nothing short of an exhilerating miracle. The words, the experience, the person you're with; everything just seems right and perfect. Maybe it's just the alcohol talking, but what the hell. Soon, the wordplay turns physical, and the warmth of her skin just sends your thoughts churning. Then again, maybe it's just the alcohol.
The words and the touch begin to send you into a delirious and feverish maelstrom of emotions, and you start to question yourself: "Is this real?", as your head spins into nothingness, and then you surrender yourself. You begin to feel every facet of her skin. Touching it. Caressing it. Suddenly you come across a pair of slash marks on her wrist. You pause for a moment. And in that moment, curiosity takes over.
"Hey, how did this happen?" you ask her, unaware of your mocking tone. Wrong move, idiot.
All of a sudden she starts to move away, and that's the end of it, leaving you with only one question to ponder by your lonesome.
"Where the hell is my goddamn beer?!"
The words and the touch begin to send you into a delirious and feverish maelstrom of emotions, and you start to question yourself: "Is this real?", as your head spins into nothingness, and then you surrender yourself. You begin to feel every facet of her skin. Touching it. Caressing it. Suddenly you come across a pair of slash marks on her wrist. You pause for a moment. And in that moment, curiosity takes over.
"Hey, how did this happen?" you ask her, unaware of your mocking tone. Wrong move, idiot.
All of a sudden she starts to move away, and that's the end of it, leaving you with only one question to ponder by your lonesome.
"Where the hell is my goddamn beer?!"
