The Elimination: Mystery Moon

Jea Hwa's POV

I felt sick. The kind of longing sickness you feel when you try and think you have gotten over an addictive substance, then all of a sudden it is presented to you on a platter again.

My stomach churned and danced about. The butterflies fitted horribly with the punch I gulped down giving me an uneasy feeling. That cologne...he never changed it. His smell, voice, temper, clothing style everything remained just as it was two years ago.

Behind the mask was the person I hated and also loved the most. The only person who could stir up my emotions so badly. I sat still not daring speak, hyperventilating was the only was to stop me from running up to him crying, giving long heartfelt speeches or doing anything stupid.

"Um miss…" He spoke, uncomfortable with my silence.

I snapped out of it having a sharp breath intake. Counting sheep mentally as I cooked down, that seemed to work. If I don't be