Romantic

Torture is happiness. Torture is life. Life can’t do without it and-

"What are you doing?"

I pause and peel my eyes open to see Gwen staring at me in confusion. I stop my act, dropping my harmonized fingers down but my ankles still across each other.

"I’m mediating. What do you think I’m doing?" Suckling in a breath, I break out of my position. I mean that I stand up.

"Today is my turn to torture the nitwit and I still can’t decide what way I wanna do it. I barely had any rest yesterday because everyone wanted to talk to me. It was so annoying."

"But you’re ready right, because it’s almost time."

"I’ll be ready. Just go and leave me to my meditation and don’t let anyone come in here."

She nods vigorously, "I promise not to do that- I mean to do that."

She corrects herself when I give her an odd look, making her also laugh sheepishly.

"My bad."

"Your bad indeed."