xxvii.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

The sound of the clock that keeps on ticking each second. How many hours and days has it been since the last time Erold got to bond with his lover? 2 days? 3? I think it might be over a week now.

He lets out another sigh and dropped his head on the table where his cup of hot choco sat. And beside him was a blond guy standing with his phone in hand scrolling through the chaos of drama on Twitter.

After taking a sip, Erik placed down his coffee on the table near Erold's hot cocoa. "Do you know how many times have you sighed now for at least two minutes?"

And there it goes, another sigh. "How am I supposed to know? I wasn't informed that I should count every single sigh that I heave."

"Oh? You didn't know? Well, now you do." Erik sarcastically retorted back.