Losing the spark

Yating woke up and stretched his arms, he let out a yawn. He exhaled a breath and opened his drowsy eyes further. For a long moment, he sat in silence as if he was meditating. But he wasn't. Instead, a storm set forth in his mind and he covered his face with his palms.

What was I thinking!?

The memories of last night came gushing through like a tornado ripping him apart. The problem wasn't the club or even the ice cream parlor. But what happened during the fireworks festival made him wish he could bury himself somewhere.

What if I want that woman to be you?

"Had I gone crazy? Why will I even ask her that? Why would that thought even come to my mind?"

Yating collapsed back on the bed, exhaling another deep sigh.

"Seriously, I was saved by the fireworks. What if she would have heard me? Aaaahhhh I had nearly fucked up!"

He continued the string of curses towards himself for a long time. He finally calmed down and grabbed his phone.