A man sat on a black wing chair as he lost himself to space with a dazed look.
He couldn't put to words how he felt at that very moment. Everything was new to him and he never thought it would feel so good and strange at the same time.
He blinked once, then twice and inhaled deeply before exhaling heavily.
'What have I gotten myself into?' he thought sadly to himself.
He shouldn't have acted recklessly, now here he was with a complicated feeling. Look at the mess!
And the funny part was that he couldn't stop.
HE DIDN'T WANT TO STOP.
Was he becoming addicted to her?
He couldn't seem to understand himself anymore. His life was messed up because he hadn't been living for himself, he was living for others. Serving others but never had he enjoyed serving someone this much to the point it got mixed up with feelings.
Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair in pure frustration he had never felt before.
