ELIAS
It was all in my head
The dream I couldn’t stop thinking about
Fuck, I was so f****d up that I was literally daydreaming while standing in front of his door
I wish there was a mirror outdoor, so I could see the look on my face
I was panicking, a mini panick attack to the very one house that had always accommodated me
The one house I entered freely, but now with ju very hands I changed that story
Am s**t, there is no need to remind me
I knock at the door, real life this time, but it took as long as the imagination before it opened, I braced myself to see his face, his sad face that was sure was going to make my heart twist again, but the story changes again and it was his mom this time
Her physical appearance; tall, brunette, like a diva, a mom figure, but she was still sla
