Seven Days
Thinking seems to be tiring now, but despite of emptying my mind for the moment, my mind remained feeling drained still as if I am thinking too much when I am really not.
After you sang a certain verse from a certain song, you let out a small laugh. You, then, stopped from rubbing my side as well. Instead, I felt your frigid lips touched my forehead as your arm that you are using earlier to rub my arm slid down to my waist to hug it. You pressed yourself closer on me as if you are putting all your weight on me in a careful manner.