Call it what you want, but with one touch and you’re gone.

Listening to: Epik High // Butterfly Effect

So it begins....

My hands quiver.
A cold breeze manifests itself out of nowhere, numbing my skin.

My stomach churns.
Butterflies flapping their delicate wings, creating a rush of tornadoes.

My heart palpitates.
Faster. Faster. Faster.

Fear keeps grabbing at me.
Pulling me in deeper.

9 days.
time is ticking away.

Lady Luck, if you exist, I need you.