Her nails were manicured but the polish was fading off of them day by day. Melodyโs free hand drifted up toward Mykahโs shoulder, fingers draping loosely over the curve. โPeople donโt give a crap until itโs too late, hm? Iโm not gonna be that kind of person, let alone toward you-
โข expect to keep my company.โ Mykah says whilst playing with Melodyโs fingers, absentmindedly studying her manicured, or non-manicured nails, โโฆnever been told I was amazing before. I kinda needed thatโฆโ
SโซHโซIโซPโซ LโซIโซSโซTโซ:
โข @MOONHAVNTS
Just a girl that walked around with the world on weighing on her shoulders, and she gets to embrace it, now that it wears cowboy hats, and drives big trucks.
An unconditional sort of love.
โA bit of both, I suppose. Your company is way more strong than this alcohol. Everyone just fucks off, but youโre here โ youโre amazing, yโknow?โ
Melody shook her head.
โIโm not weak.โ
She gets a whiff of it. Itโs small but noticeably what the labeling claims it to be. Mykah stared at the bottle, then fixed her gaze on Melody.
โI donโt know. Are you weak?โ She asked, โโฆwhat happened? Had a rough day? Or is this just for fun?โ
โStupid shit like a Beatbox. Itโs got a bunch of alcohol in a small package. Ironic, huh?โ
Melody picked up her paper bottle, showing it to the older lady next to her.
โIโm a weak one, right?โ
โSloooow sips. Enjoy the shit. Let your brain process it.โ
Sheโs in no place to talk. She chomps down a Texas Cinnamon Roll like a madman.
โWhatโre you drinkinโ anyway?โ
โYouโre not wrong. I drink quick and I feel like peeing . . . I may have a problem.โ
Melody sighed and took the smack on the back of her shoulder, a small grin forming.
โMy hearingโs pretty crispโฆand your voice was pretty loud.โ
She lightly slaps Melodyโs shoulder.
โStop drinkinโ so fast, and you wonโt have to worry about your dick leaking.โ