Burning throat.

Choices are made. Ideas are given. I’m sorry, for getting all the ideas into your brains, creating chances for you to make choices.

I screwed up real bad this time.

I held my breath as I witness what was happening. I passed my gaze from you, to you, to you, even you. I must be hallucinating, I told myself. I shook my head frantically, as I realised my lips have not touched a drop at that point. No one realised, because it was dark; I must have had the most bewildered expression.

I found some relief as I managed to draw in a breath of the wintry air. I almost forgot how cold it was with everything going on. A few shivers got me, though I was not in a state to care. I strolled away from the crowd arms crossed, hoping that negative thoughts wouldn’t follow.

Why did you, why? What were you thinking? I digged my fingers into my bare arms as I struggled to shut away that voice. It fed on my frustration and continued with an even high spirit.

Did you think you could get away?
Did you think they would have made it better?
Did you think it would stop there?
Didn’t you know this was gonna happen?

I found myself, shaking my head again answering to the questions. I have been struck with the consequences of my actions once again, yet this one is worse than usual, being completely unexpected.

People tend me make promises at the most desperate times. It came down to one of those moments as I looked up into the starless sky. I swore to myself that my lips will not speak one more word, my heart will not be traded for one more game, and that my thoughts will not be known by one more soul.