As much as I would have loved to just walk over there and… well, you know what I mean. But I didn’t, I hadn’t drunk so much that I had lost all my inhibitions only just enough for me to have blurry vision to match that of my thoughts. Dazed and insensible. However, I did come here with intentions and a reason and having rehearsed this alone I was hopelessly trying to remember what I was going to say. I was painfully aware that I had forgotten however, and in one swift motion I closed the door from behind me and walked as smoothly as I possibly could to where Richard was awkwardly leaning down on his bed. I was fully aware that I was not the most presentable in the state in which I was in, I could still feel the piercing cold of the snow falling from my hair down onto my shoulders. It stung against any bare exposed skin and later I would regret that decision, it had dirtied my overcoat and trying to eradicate the feeling of dirty snow against the fabric was not an easy task. But that wasn’t on my mind at that particular moment, what I was thinking about was how to perhaps approach a conversation along the lines of. “Richard, let's connect our souls through making out.” I wasn’t aware that I had been silent, lost in those hazy thoughts of mine, at least until a piece of snow hit my hand and the wet coldness of it snapped me back into reality. My eyes refocused on the man in front of me and in a moment of unsureness I said the most basic question I could think of, “are you okay?” I suppose, however, in this situation it was an appropriate question to ask, despite how stupid it sounded in the light of things. How could anyone be okay? “Hi,” his voice was slightly harsher than normal, whether that was from stress, lack of sleep, or the suspected bourbon that he’d been drinking. I wasn't entirely sure, “I’m sorry, I’m fine, really.” It was almost as if he were sighing all the words out, through lungs tired of breathing and vocal chords tired of needing to talk. I was not entirely sure of how to respond, and quite frankly, I was caught off guard with some rather… domestic, let’s say, feelings rushing up from my heart and pumping the entire way through my body. Attraction, it seems, made me stupid. I removed my coat and watched the snow fall and hit the ground from the shoulders. “Do you want some tea?”
js a little snippet of my writing work for English ( if anyone knows this was based off The Secret History by Donna Tart, I adore that book )