It had all been a dream.
Zizi had half the mind to crawl back into the bed, squeeze his eyes shut and force out the dream. He wanted to feel that happiness and content again.
“Zizi…” Hunter calls again.
Zizi tilts his head towards him and tried to slip on a smile but he ends up feeling like he had grimaced instead. He didn’t want to smile, he wanted to punch something. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry.
“Yeah…?” Zizi asks, his voice coming out hoarse and hell, he wants to get up. He wasn’t even looking at hunter, he was staring at the round stand Hunter was standing on instead. Today was the last day for their tuxedo fitting, Hunter wanted to make sure everything was alright.
“Well, take a look. Does it look okay?”
Zizi looks up at the hopeful tone in Hunter’s voice. The ang
