Sick

Minutes had passed, and I did not have any plan go back to my own apartment because I could not leave Neil being so wasted. Yes, he's already sleeping -- that his body was finally resting -- although parts me wanted to end this night together with him.

"I love you, Neil," I whispered in my weak voice, did not mind if he would hear me or not. The most important thing was that here I was staring at the most beautiful painting I had ever seen in my entire life. "I know you still can't remember me but I love you to the core."

"I like you too," I was surprised as I heard him talking. I thought he's fuly awake, but when his eyes still were closed, I sighed, waiting for his upcoming words. "I like you regardless I can't remember you. You... You are like my moon... I mean... You're so beautiful. And I used to adore you from afar."

I covered my mouth to suppressed my sobs. I hugged Neil's torso and felt his hot chest. I did not feel him throwing back the hugs I sent but