I'm Just a Figurant
[POV Alex] Ch 103 - Reunion Night

The night is getting late. One by one the members of the reunion started to go home. I always looked at Khansa, making sure she was still there. I was relieved to see it.

Some people seemed dissatisfied that the reunion had to end, so some suggested continuing elsewhere in the karaoke scene. I glanced at Khansa, wondering if she would come too. I was gambling, decided to join the show. If Khansa doesn't come, I'll just go after her.

Allegedly, Khansa followed the show. The atmosphere in the karaoke room looked hotter. Faint room lights, frenetic music and puffs of cigarette smoke began to fill the room. I was watching Khansa, waiting for the right time to approach her.

The lack of confidence, the fear of being rejected made me even more nervous. I ordered more liquor. At least with that drink my mind will feel lighter and free. I will be free to express my feelings without any frills of nervousness and fear.

The liquor made my head feel light. I'm starting to get hooked. My body did not stop consuming it. Every time it runs out, I always order it over and over again.

My mind started to drift. My body feels hot. Feelings of nervousness, insecurity and fear no longer exist. Replaced by an uncontrollable feeling of freedom.

I didn't realize that one by one my friends were gone. All I care about is the whereabouts of Khansa. Until we both finally live.

Being in the same room with Khansa makes me stop drinking. The bottles have been spent. My head is getting lighter. My consciousness is starting to diminish. My sense is starting to disappear. I intend to drink the next bottle when someone holds my hand.

"Enough Al."

I recognize that voice. The voice I missed in my nights. I looked up and saw Khansa in front of me.

Ah, am I dreaming? Is he really Khansa? How beautiful...

"Khaaaaaaa... Temaaan... Khaaaaa... Hehe..." I started to mess up. I don't know what I messed up, my words just flowed. I feel so free and carefree.

Maybe it's just a dream. I can do as I please. I shuffled closer to him. With a longing feeling I hugged her and started to mess up things I couldn't remember clearly.

I feel Khansa returning my embrace. I felt like I was back in a warm house. Khansa's embrace is where I come home. This comfort makes me sleepy. Little by little, I began to lose consciousness and finally went to dreamland.

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My hand pulled Khansa's arm that stood behind me. It turns out this wasn't a dream. Khansa is really in front of me. Everything that happens in a karaoke room is not a dream either. Khansa returned my embrace. Does that mean he no longer hates me?

"Khansa.." I said in a raucous voice. Thinking of something like that makes me crazy. The mind and logic are covered by wild feelings that come so suddenly. Whether I got the courage from where, I immediately pulled the hand until Khansa's body fell into my arms. I clenched her tightly, as if afraid she would just leave.

"Khanza... Khansas... Khansas..." I called his name over and over again. My feelings are so overwhelming. Feelings of longing and wanting to have become one. I called out his name in a light manner, making sure that he really existed and I was not dreaming.

I kissed her forehead gently, waiting for her reaction. There is no rejection. Does Khansa really hate me?

I pulled my body and looked into his eyes deeply. I could see my reflection in his eyeballs. I looked for rejection, but I did not find it. I started to get carried away. I hesitantly approached my body slowly, intending to kiss it. I gave the woman a chance to reject me, but the closer we got, I saw no rejection in her.

I looked at her soft lips. The lips I always crave in my dreams. The feeling of wanting to fondle and feel those lips led me to get closer to her. I started to lose my mind and my logic. I just followed my instincts as the man who spent a dozen years craving it.

Slowly but surely I kissed her lips. My feelings choked. I always imagined being able to smell and smell it. But it turns out that fantasy is not worth the real feeling. Khansa lips feel very soft, warm, sweet and chewy. I'm becoming more and more opium.

I haven't kissed in a long time. I'm a little nervous about my abilities. I can only rely on instinct.

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