Her voice - her soft, tender tones - wisped around the room like a feather chasing the bird it fell from. His eyes drifted in and out of focus, pulsing along to his heartbeat as it matches his movements; slow, gentle, and almost subdued in their intent.
He enjoyed the sensations that came with his special pills. The relaxed mist that flowed over him as the opium took hold and the sombre and docile tones as his words dripped cooly from his mouth, "I hope not," he spoke - these were what made him savour his moments of ecstasy.
This was slightly different, though. He could feel a strange connection with this girl; an unexplained forced that seemed to be pulling the two together and as their breaths danced with one another, his touch drifted to chase her jawline and down her neck, resting on her shoulder.
He'd forgotten about his bread and in this moment, all else ceased to exist and what remained was him and her. And there was nothing else more important in this moment than understanding and absorbing every little detail about her.
He enjoyed the sensations that came with his special pills. The relaxed mist that flowed over him as the opium took hold and the sombre and docile tones as his words dripped cooly from his mouth, "I hope not," he spoke - these were what made him savour his moments of ecstasy.
This was slightly different, though. He could feel a strange connection with this girl; an unexplained forced that seemed to be pulling the two together and as their breaths danced with one another, his touch drifted to chase her jawline and down her neck, resting on her shoulder.
He'd forgotten about his bread and in this moment, all else ceased to exist and what remained was him and her. And there was nothing else more important in this moment than understanding and absorbing every little detail about her.