"If you could have one wish now, what would it be?"
"More wishes?"
"I'd want happiness."
"That's what everyone want."
"Happiness?"
"No, wishes."
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Something to Talk About
Chapter 1: Wishes and Dreams
Suicide Bomber
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Nachi has only liked one girl in his life. He isn't sure if this is true in twenty years time, but he is very sure that one is enough right now. He liked her since he was five and he still holds the torch for her when he is turns seventeen. He kissed her on her sixteenth birthday, got drunk when they fought and told her many lies.
Now he is drunk when he sees her with another guy.
He feels dizzy and he sees red. He does not like the way she returns other men's smiles. A tight fist is formed when he notices how she is swaying with the noise and people. He does not like the irritating neon lights.
"Let's go," he shouts, pulling her into his arms.
The confused look in her eyes makes him burn. So he pushes her against a wall and pressed his lips to hers forcibly.
She is trying to fight back, clawing at his shirt and shoulders as he holds her down by her hips.
He tastes salt and halt.
Her eyes are closed tightly and his heart sank.
"I â This... No, don'tâ" He tries to form words when she cuts him with a whimpering, "stop".
Slowly, she pulls away from his loosening grip and runs towards the crowd where he could not see her anymore.
Nachi has only liked one girl in his life. He is sure this is true in twenty years time as he is crying his first since eight.
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Suicide Bomber: These are just short drabbles.. NachiMadoka, people. (: