I loved you so much… until you nearly killed me.
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Who doesn’t love bubble tea? Seriously, that ice cold, sweet, smooth and creamy texture sliding down your throat. And wait, surprise surprise. within that smoothness contains a surprise! Mildly sweet, a faint sweetness right there, these chewy little black spheres adding texture and excitement, a huge contrast to the velvety feel of the tea. A cacophony of textures, a clash of worlds in your mouth. Something that leaves you wanting for more.
The mask of “healthy” tea and “reduced” sugar hides a face so sweet so sweet, that you will never expect slow poison. They say poison is sweet, never bitter. They say poisons give you the high, only to slowly drain your life away like that of a succubus, draining the life out of the poor victim while giving the person a high so high.
I remember my last cup of bubble tea was a casual caramel milk tea with pearl from a little dingy shophouse located near. I slurped down its contents and felt contented and took a nap at home before going about my usual business.
The next day, peaceful as the same. All was well at work and I decided, why not take a bus home? I get to nap on the bus. As the bus trudge on and on, from Shenton to Serangoon, I slept without disturbance…
I peeped through my eye lids to get a hint of my location. Something was amiss. There was a red mark in my sight. Remembering that moment still send chills down my spine. I wonder, what this red spot is, I thought it was the color I see when light shines through the eyelids and it would vanish in awhile.
It didn’t.
Maybe after i wake up the next day? Maybe. I hoped.
It’s still there.
Its… blood.
This path I walked is not what others should follow. 