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Do I Wanna Know?

He’s torned.

And it’s funny, oh it’s such a sinister joke that after all this time, after so many years of being content with loneliness, now he’s reduced to this. Because apparently, one short month is all it take to demolish his carefully constructed walls and rip his defenses to shred. One short month after a fucked up human being shows up in his doorstep, and he’s back to wearing his heart on his sleeve again.

Maybe it has just been too long, and he can’t resist the offered comfort. Or deep down, he had always wanted the company and just never realised it.

Most likely though, it’s the endorphin that came from the stolen kisses and borrowed embraces.

But no matter how hard he searched for reasons, to justify his actions and feelings, it changes nothing. Fact is, he’s been staring at his phone for the better part of an hour, debating the merits of making a call. He had his suspicion, one that’s when proven true, would shatter everything to pieces and threw him back to the arms of solitude.

“Hello?” he heard her saying, and he lost his voice for a moment.


Until his voice pierce his hearing.

“Hey, who is this?”


He take a deep breathe, and reply with a shaky voice.


“Hey Lex, it’s me.”



Maybe it’s true, he’s better off not knowing the answer to that nagging question.



The feeling does not goes both ways.




À la mort,

Prompt: Arctic Monkey’s Do I Wanna Know
“Do I wanna know, if this feelings flows both ways?



An emotionally invested enthusiast of pop culture. Apathetic by design. Aesthetically offensive and eloquently candid. A sentimental heathen.

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