ㅤ
and finally a debate erupted,
the most foreseeable event
to surface amidst their
unmalleable attitudes. the
closeness of their physiques
unlaced in dejected look.
‶ really ? we have not seen
each other in a long time.
aren't you excited ? ″
She made a face for a brief moment.
"You're on tour all the time. There are time zones. I go to school and have my matches. We do what we can"
She could tell the inflection behind his words.
ㅤ
regardless of own elixir of
bitterness, zweig dared to
thieve a dosis of murphy's
bestowed cup, a concise
sip that pursued savouring
the nimbre kiss also stolen
from the younger.
‶ making you feel special
is my forte, ″ another taste
. . .
⠀
that earns an airy cackle — lightning fast & sardonic . “ so ya’ came here to feed your ego , right . ” playful , easy . such interactions didn’t come frequently — not with zweig .
⠀
touch is heavy . still , awfully familiar . a specter from a distant past , ( + )
⠀
. . .
of what zweig could surrender
to the other if only unrequited
links had not chained his tennis
court shaped heart. ‶ you look
much better with my marks,
don't you think ? being reminded
of how good i make you feel.
. . .
ㅤ
‶ classes and training. when
am i supposed to savour
my girlfriend ? ″ regardless of
an affable front, zweig was
not speaking from complete
benevolence, exploring trouble.
nails drew down the exterior
of her quadriceps.
. . .
‶ tashi kicked me out of her room
until the ending of the week. she
can't concentrate with me around.
can i crash in yours ? the car is
not ideal. and it does not have
your angelic face. ″
ㅤ
‶ the correct question is: why
wouldn't i ? ″
and buried beneath the fixed
enquiring, a better one wished
to peek : should he do it ?
or
would someone care if he did
not appear to attemp one more
occasion tasting individual victory ?
. . .
ㅤ
‶ life's a bitch most of the
time. somehow we meet
even if we want nothing
but the opposite. ″
that encounter had been
amusing, a consolation
interlude for a lonesome
heart, ticking gradually
softer like a decaying
clock. the fragment of
. . .
⠀
not enough energy to react at the recited words , rolling down that silver - tongue like they’d always done & settling at a dark corner of his head . humorless crescent grows , sharp shoulders raising .
⠀
unoccupied extremity raises , index to a tender area of ( + )
⠀
. . .
a sideways smirk perished
over his lips. palm against
murphy's own splatters,
his thumb entombed the
freckles shaping a road
to his lips and stole a
kiss from them. electricity
divided, originating from
the phalanx.
. . .