บท 157: The Ballet Dancer

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" 

Darren smacked his head and berated his own self for what he just referred to as his idiocy! Because who wouldn't?

He is officially an idiot! Idiot who indulges himself in disintegrity, an idiot who lets himself be swallowed by uncontrolled emotions, an idiot who nuzzled on Tim's palm like a touch starved human.

Maybe he is?

. . . 

Very funny, Darren.

He just have another question.

Why is this day like this?

This day felt so long, felt so very long. Felt so unending. It's just a single day that rotates for twenty four hours and yet, it felt as it it's been more than forty eight hours. Such ridicule but lunacy at its finest.

He nuzzled on Tim's hand! He fluttered his eyelids! He is an idiot!