INTOXICATED

A/n: This is my entry for heymello's summer writing contest. A story inspired writing while listening to Love Drunk by BTOB. I apologize if there are wrong grammar.

Intoxicated by cheesymyungie

"She is already up so high that I can't reach her. She is shining with the countless twinkling stars. She is so beautiful that I can't dare to want her, like her. Because I love a girl like her. For her. Because I live for---"

Ouch. I groaned.

I was in the middle of playing piano when my head suddenly ache. It was only two o'clock, but I guess I need to call it a day. Without giving any second thought, I immediately went out of the music room which is located at our university.

What am I doing here? Well, I was making my own piano arrangement for a song my friend requested. It's alright 'cause I had permission to use the room from my music professor and I'm also earning extra money for this err, part time job.

I went to the nearest ice cream parlor and ate some ice cream. One of the most effective thing to reduce headache and hotness of summer heat. Speaking of summer, our place will be having Star Festival tomorrow. If I'm not mistaken, there's a myth about two pair of lovers who can only meet during Star Festival that's held every summer. That's why it is so popular among tourists who are lovers--and singles who are searching for their fated one. But I ain't goin' to attend it. Such a drag.

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It was already evening. You can see all the stars up above that are shining brightly. Every summer nights, I always wait for Altair and Vega to appear. (I rarely go outside our house during summer breaks. I spend my time browsing the net, streaming videos or listening to music--especially BTOB's songs) Altair and Vega probably represents the saddest most romantic love story of all time.

I stretched my hand, trying to reach the sky.

So close, yet so far..

Breath like snow white,

Breath like snow white,

like a bright star

The white color scattered

Love like a distant dream to be happiness

"which will be---Ahhh!" I crumpled the paper and toss it randomly.

I can't think of something good.

I lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling. Little by little, I can make sounds, piano sheets or chords from other songs. But why can't I produce my own sound? When I'm in the middle of making my own song, my mind will suddenly became blank and I'll temporarily loss my hearing. How am I suppose to join the contest if I can't even start a song?

I take a deep breath and close my eyes. "Gidaryeoyo nado..." a song I always sang when I can't sleep. "geudaecheoreom nopi naragalgeyo..."

"Good night, Hawk." I kissed my pillow pig. Tears fell down in my eyes as I drifted to sleep.

Someone save me.