Midnight Thoughts

“I can’t sleep. Again. Help me. I think too much.” She said desperately. I watched her barely breathing, trying to swallow all the oxygen around us. I kept silent. “stop trying.” I said, “you need to let it go sometimes, just like smoking, if you keep the smoke in your mouth, you’ll get a terrible cough.” I continued. “I don’t smoke.” Said she. “that’s a metaphor, you silly.” I brushed her hair. “just like us, we are not real,” “Of course, we are real, our relationship is real, at least my love towards you is real.” She restrained. “I love you.” “sweetheart, if we are real, they could see me, and they won’t laugh at you.” “I’m sorry dear, are you okay? Who are you talking to? Are you lost? What are you doing here alone?” someone interrupted us. “I think it’s time for you to let me go, good night  love.” And I vanished away.

We were talking, I looked at the ceiling, while you told me your problems. I did not know what to say or react. I am afraid if my opinion is the least you wanted to hear. I turned my position against you. In case you could see my colors. It was my turn to tell my deepest guilty pleasure. Hannah Baker killed herself and gave thirteen reasons why she did what she did. I also have more than thirtheen reasons why I hate something enormously. There's always a trigger why and how you did an action. Like how Hannah got rape engender her to cut herself and drowned in her own blood. My trigger to being in a hater club was the impact that changed me into someone I don't want to be. I hate it for that. desperately hate it. It was silence still. you sush me and told me to sleep