Oddly Incapable

That strange person gifted my reddening cheeks a further glare which practically sent nerve signals all over my body to jump onto the railway tracks.

I accidentally looked at him when he was yawning. BIG FELONY. Now I'm stuck sitting 3 metres away from that man, at "TOP-LEVEL-EMBARRASSMENT" mode. ewww...... why did that dude have to find my eyes in his embarrassing state.

So, he probably thinks that I insulted him and looked down on him and disrespected him and thought he was some ignorant uneducated pig that yawned without covering his big fat mouth. I'm so sorry man. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. Sorry... Seriously. It was an accident, accidents happen. Awkward moments occur and humans are bound to get muddled up in near-humiliation situations in life. So, sorry. Life isn't perfect, you're not perfect and I am DEFINITELY not perfect. Really sorry.

"I think you're bleeding," He was right beside me, I didn't even notice... ewww..... you idiot, now you're making that person feel unwanted and invisible for not realising his movements even though he was moving THIS close to you!

ah?

"What?"

"You're bleeding," his head moved a few noticeable millimetres toward mine, ever so slightly but very significant change it brought to me. I got hot in the face.

"Ha?" Still in blur-case mode.

His black pupils resisted rolling back and I caught his fist tightening at the corner of my eye. The hand smoothly entered a deep pocket to produce a handkerchief. Wa.. Garfield hanky.... never knew that existed.

"Sshhh," He mommy-hushed my wandering fingers which attempted to kidnap Garfield. Perhaps I blurted out some other incomprehensible and stupid comment.

AAAAAAAA!!! With football-kicking force, he stressed his hanky onto my forehead, sending my upper body halfway off the bench. It hurt because I resisted the force.

"Nah.. See!" yellow hanky gone red. Garfield got tabasco sauce on his face.

I blinked. Feeling oddly incapable of reacting.

"You better remember me," with that, he thrust Garfield into my hands, leaving both of his free to go around me and under my legs.

Wow... my flailing hands automatically found his shoulders, that was not stable. He threw me up a bit to create a safer and more comfortable position, naturally incurring my hands to wrap round his neck.

After that, we started moving. Regarding his destination, I had no idea. About my problem, I couldn't care less. All I could do was keep my head close to the warmth, embrace the weightlessness and feebly challenge the unconsciousness awaiting my fall from a precipice.

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