"I love you."
"Just... shut up okay?" The other shoves a finger on the his mouth, and it hurts like a bruise you don't notice but stings every time you don't expect it to.
With a battered heart, he looks away and thinks of records breaking, and he almost sees the huge crack on those black disks. His latest fixation isn't logical, but what part of him is anyway?
He feels like some chick of a whore who sells their bodies for pathetic warmth or whatever shit they say. And really, what is the difference? He does the same fucking thing – and the sickest thing about it was that he never used to be like this. This. Desperate. It was like 'get laid or die, this life's not worth living' or something.
So instead, he looks at the other again, and glares.
The other glares back, but then gets the idea and all that's left is sound particles that are still moving from him slamming the fucking door like he owned the place.
And he feels more and more like a woman. One of those dejected, useless women who stay at home all day and don't see their lovers cheat on them.
And perhaps, that's what he's feeling now. That's what's probably driving him crazy, like a slight overdose of drugs that don't quite kill you the way you want it to.
And maybe, that's why he's laughing with tears in his eyes.
Notes: Haters gotta hate. I'm just been imagining that gif of the fat boy with cake. Ok, ignore me. This idea was kinda random and rushed, so it's pretty much like this if you don't get me: Niou gets rejected once before the setting of this drabble (his true love) and that just makes him yern for it even if it means looking for it in the wrong places. Do you get what I mean? This is the shortest one yet hahaha. idk. Feel free to hit me with a baseball bat.