What is it that went wrong? It was always about him being the first, and me always being the second to him. About us being rivals. Rivals don't find peace within each other, nor do they feel secure by feeling the other's lips brushing their own, nor do they wish to feel each other's warmness in a cold night. But, despite all that, I can't help myself but to desire to forever feel his body under mine, my head resting on his chest and slowly rising following the pace of his breathing, feeling his deep and loud heart beats, just like now.
…My mind doesn't make any sense...
But, frankly, as long as it's got something to do with him, nothing really does.
A/N: Not exactly 100 words, but close enough.