'If I could reverse the time, back to the very start, to that day when I first met you,' He whispered faintly into the thin air as his breath faded away into white puffs. '..would I be able to fix the mistakes I made?'
//SEQUEL TO 'WHEN TIME STOPS'...
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"Can we.." He breathes out softly as his grasp tightens around your wrist. "..Can we just talk for a bit?"
Astonished at his shameless request, you callously slap his hand off your wrist, glaring daggers into his hurt eyes. You grimace at the sight of him, hating the way he makes you feel just by staring into his stupidly yearning eyes.
"Talk?" You snort in blatant manner. "Are we really that close to have a little chit chat at 1 AM in this fucking sick morning?"
He opens his mouth to say something, but hesitates and shamefully averts his eyes again. You frown in disbelief.
"Yeah, talk my ass." You exaggerate your eye roll, sighing in disappointment. "Next time have a better excuse to get my ass to sit down and listen to your utterly amusing life story." Sarcasm rings loud and clear in your voice.