His first kiss was not as nice as he thought it would be. It was rather simple, and humid, because the bitch was crying. There were no feelings, only his lips together. When he closed his eyes he didn't think in Cho, he was not thinking of anyone. Arguably, his first kiss was ... empty.
Yes, indeed. And he still recalls the feeling of his first kiss.
The emptiness of his first kiss.
Ok, this is my first Drabble in english, so forgive me if this story is a fuckin' fuck.
I don't know so much English, you see. And I try to do good stories, although I know I have many misspellings, and surely some prayers have no meaning (i hope not, but if yes... I'm sorry)
I do not know if what I write here makes sense, so... hehe... Sorry, again.
Well... leave comments, if you want (I hope you want, really)
Err... goodbye, darlings.