it seemed that it had become a habit now, the club was his next destination before he had made it home. he’s on his third cup of matusalem, dark optics look up to see the same familiar face that he had seen previous nights, the same face that brought him company. maybe the reason he came back was for her or simply he enjoyed, her conversation without much talk about his life. ❝ has everyone had their full of you —— or did you come around just so could I can miss you more ? ❞




