possessed.

04.00 pm
Light the cigars.
Tap-tap.
And she sips the coffee that drunken her - I mean, the thoughts of him that suddenly came after the coffee sip.

"I don't care about him anymore, not again. The way he undressed my life, leave me hanging naked, while he trying to fuck another girl life was not something that I expected. He thought that he's a God with his own blessings."

That's how it goes, everyday.

11.20 pm

She put on her favorite eye shadow, nudes color suits her the best.
Nude lipstick.
And her nudes picture is his favorite.
But he said that the way she put the lipstick on was sexier than seeing her undressed.
Yet he always had his eyes on her every time she undressed, and he was never there when he glide those lipsticks on.

She never had her fingers dancing on the top of a clean paper, instead on another shoulder of a man that he met randomly every night.
Her 16 years old' soul was pretty much left behind, dead already.
Her 17 years old' soul is possessed by every beautiful dangerous things.

The only thing she keep doing is shaking her hands and asking their name, though she never listens or put it somewhere on her mind, she's not interested, not at all.
All she wanted to do was dancing, and how she can passed this night without having some thoughts of him.

"Atleast I could have some good kisses, isn't all that matter?"

She sips another shot of Vodka, her cheeks are blushing, better than her blush-on palette.
Look prettier than Super Orgasm blush-on palette by NARS.
Her eyes are too low to see the reality that came up not like how she expected to be.
She giggled, and she yelled to her favorite songs.

"Do you think I'm too young for this?"

I guess no.
They never asked for her identity card, anyway.

03.29 am

"I love you-", he said.

She giggled.

"Let's just get this things done anyway, I don't need that", she said.

She no longer has that rushing blood, fast heart beating, sweaty hands, no.
All that she ever think is how to make the clock from 3 to 5, so she could escape this night, and crawling back to her blanket with his perfume smell that sticks out of nowhere or it's only her hallucination.

Love's sucks.
I guess that's the reason why every love story never ends like the way they expect it to be.