Remember when I shrieked “Jackass!” in front of so many people because of a freaking bet? Then you held my hand tightly until our body was so close to each other. “Don’t you ever call me ‘Jackass’ again, or else. . .” you said. We weren’t that bosom that day, but it felt like we’ve known each other for a thousand of years. “Or else what?” I said with fierce. You started glaring at me until I automatically focused on you. Your fathomless brown eyes, your swaying black hair, and your pale skin. Wow, just wow. “I’ll kill you.” you said while we laughed together. I absolutely had no idea why my heart beats fast with you. Well that’s weird, my parents always warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with brown eyes.
Moments later, someone called your name then you walked away from me. Why did it felt so, majestic?