Club (2) Love, it is.

"I love this song!"

Her voice so loud, it echoed enough for his ears.

His lips curving up into a big ever smile.

They looked bright but with neon lights highlighting their sparkling eyes....

They looked bright.

but together, they looked brighter.

and me..

what about me?

My hand fisted as I watched her hand fall over his shoulder.

His lips near her ears, why that looks so familiar?

Why... is this so familiar.

It shouldn't be, should it?

I blinked away the strands of hair as my lips parted, watching him....with her.

His eyes didn't even take a second to glance towards me.

Me, who is in a crowd, full of strangers.

"Ah-!!"

A bump over my shoulder, i heard someone trip over the drinks.

A scream echoed before the shattering of glasses full of vodka silenced the club.

My eyes averted towards the scene before I looked over my shoulder.

The Coldness.

The warmth.

Of your hand over my shoulder as you heard it.

You, looking at me with those worried eyes, looked so unfamiliarly good to me.

You're worried.

And I feel this.

This... Happiness.

It's new to me, your worry.

To me, who never actually been the reason of someone's worry.

"Are you okay!? Look at me."

Your demanding voice, that still held gentleness, it reminded me I have someone now.

A person.

A soul... That feels the need to protect me.

Maybe too much?

Am I falling for someone too quick?

Am I weird!?

My cheeks flushed when your face leaned closer.

Closer...

He's so close already.

My eyes met yours, before your lips parted at the sight of my trembling ones.

"Ah, your feet-"

Your eyes widened at the sight of slightest scratch on my skin.

It's not even a scratch, is it?

You looked around, and I wondered why so.

"Come with me."

My lips parted as you pulled me behind you.

Leading me into a washroom, I followed as you pulled me gently inside.

"Wait- it's a-"

"Can I..?"

I blinked vigorously as you spoke, with your hands in mid way of reaching my waist.

I gulped, feeling the fear creeping up my skin.

"U..uh?"

You looked up at me, noticing my nervous gaze before you laughed.

"Ah, to pick you up, Wyen."

I, with my wide eyes, looked at you.

You....wanted permission, to pick me up?

"No?"

I bit my lip as I looked into your eyes, that held a confused caress.

Cute.

You are cute.

And...

You are you.

I smiled a little as I realised it.

You... Being you, made me feel so comfortable.

I nodded.

Your hands over my skin, it did startle me, but there it sunk as the butterflies erupted in my stomach.

Your touch... It didn't scare me.

It felt like a home.

Where I'm no longer scared.

Scared...?

Not with you, I guess.

Your hands took a hold of my shoes, pulling them gently off.

You made sure you are slow, making my eyes fill with tears.

An unavoidable sob, it broke through my voice as I tried to cover my eyes with the back of my hand.

I looked dumb.

But where was my controlling self?

Why do I feel so free?

Crying in front of you, did I not even startle you?

"Hey, hey... Why- why are you crying- did I- ah I'm sorry! I didn't-"

Your stumbling words, why are they so comforting for my heavy heart?

Why are you so good to listen to? To feel against?

Is this it..?

Is this how you feel when you like someone?

Is this....how you feel when you...

"Why are you so nice?"

A frown, it was so visible on your face that it made me break into more tears.

You looked startled, but you didn't step back.

You froze there, while I cried.

You watched me cry.

You're letting me know you're not going, why?

I felt my heavy heart pout out every drop of tear as I sat there, with your hands in the air, as your eyes didn't avert from my face.

You looked softly at me.

Why isn't it helping me control myself?

Why did it only made me cry more?

Minutes passed by, yet you didn't stop me.

My tears halted, so did my sobs.

I took a hesitant look towards you, who looked calmer than ever.

"I...I'm sorry."

I let it out before I felt it.

You.

Over my lips..

My heart puffed like a balloon when you did it.

When you...kissed me.

A peck it is.

You broke it quick, only to look into my puffed eyes.

You smiled.

"Don't be sorry."

He said it.

Just.. like that.

"Why didn't you...stop me?"

I asked, looking into his eyes, that were only gazing ever so deeply.

"Why should I?"

He smiled as he said so.

But..

"You watched me cry like a dumb-"

A finger on my lips, it made me pause before you parted your lips.

A sigh, it was accompanied by your words,

"I didn't watch you cry. I..."

You took hold of both of my cheeks.

Oh how warm are they.

So warm

"I waited. I waited, for you to cry."

I frowned as more tears formed in my eyes.

"No way."

I exclaimed as I gaped at you in disbelief before you bent your back, laughing softly at my reaction.

"There's a way, love, there is."

Love..

My eyes widened.

Love...

It repeated itself in my head as I watched you, stare at me.

You called me love.

Love... A word that defines an ocean, you called me that....?

"How is this possible?"

You looked at me with a frown, once again.

"How are you calling me love?"

Your lips, they smiled, once again.

How is this possible..?

"Well... You're my love so love it is."

You grinned wide, as if I just complimented you.

But you...are the one that complimented me.

Am I supposed to take it?

Am I...supposed to be your love?

"Love, it is."

You didn't take off that grin but you only widened it with love.

"Love it is."

Is it?

My eyes over the familiar liquid on the familiar floor, I didn't budge a bit.

"Are you okay!? Let me see."

A familiar sentence... It made so sense consisting your voice.

You....

I looked at my shoulder.

Cold..

The feeling of coldness, the emptiness, it made me realise that indeed you are worried.

But...

I looked at you, and oh..

You are worried but about her.

I watched your hand, over her shoulder.

Her eyes looked into yours, while yours only wandered towards her feet.

Familiar.

My chest churned at such sight.

My breath halted, as I watched you gasp.

"Ah- your feet!-"

You caressed her knee, as you said so.

I wonder if she can feel it.

Your caress.

Your gentle gaze...

Your....

I looked away.

Why? Why can't I watch it when I already heard you with her?

Maybe I don't want to.

Maybe... I didn't like it.

Maybe I didn't want that to be true.

Maybe... I, for once, wants to be so selfish.

Is it wrong?

My eyes filled with vain as I felt my skin coat with sweat.

My feet led me away from you, as I struggled to even take a breathe.

Where am I going?

Where am I taking myself?

Where?

-bump!