IRC-Galleria

I tried earnestly to prod my feelings, I was filled to the brim and I knew I had to tell her the reason of my insomnia.

We both were standing on the roof; observing the sunset. After little thoughts were spilled over how beautifully the yellowish-orange merged with grayish blue in the distant sky; a protracted silence followed, birds cooing, leaves rustling. Now and then an echo of whirring motor engines broke the lull. Desperately trying to break the ice; I took a deep breath and instead the air filled my ears, it seemed dying of asphyxiation was a much better idea.

Every moment was taking toll on my wretched nervous system, wherein my heart was pumping gallons of blood every minute and the feeling of inanition was killing me. I looked at her serene face, gulped the saliva flooding my now parched mouth and droned,