cherryohs
thump-thump-thump. she could hear the muffled sounds outside her bedroom; erratic and peculiar, just unpredictable enough for her to wince every time the sounds spiked into the room. she closed her eyes. the tinny sounds of michael jackson squeaked from her long-abandoned earbuds, but she had long given up on drowning out the noise.
it was a startling, breath-catching-in-throat kind of dizziness. he'd never thought he'd fall to the whims of literature and cheesy romcoms, but when their eyes met (her eyes so dark and captivating) he was captivated; engaged; enraptured.