004 - Stephan
Step.
Her hair was the sweet smell of fresh shampoo. You would think that would be the least of my concerns in the middle of our fight.
Step.
My face still stings from her slap. Even in a fight there are things you are not supposed to say; I crossed that line.
Step.
The taste of blood from my bitten lip still lingers, masking the memory of that incident in scarlet.
Step.
The blaring horns, the screeching brakes. There's always something happening in the city, I suppose.
Stop.
Suddenly my vision is bleached in white. Realization sets in, too late. Goodbye.
- yeahhh.. this is the shit that goes round my head when its 6am and insomnia decides to kick in :\
Her hair was the sweet smell of fresh shampoo. You would think that would be the least of my concerns in the middle of our fight.
Step.
My face still stings from her slap. Even in a fight there are things you are not supposed to say; I crossed that line.
Step.
The taste of blood from my bitten lip still lingers, masking the memory of that incident in scarlet.
Step.
The blaring horns, the screeching brakes. There's always something happening in the city, I suppose.
Stop.
Suddenly my vision is bleached in white. Realization sets in, too late. Goodbye.
- yeahhh.. this is the shit that goes round my head when its 6am and insomnia decides to kick in :\