...I have love issues. And I'm in denial. So sue me.
Allergy Information: References to sex. Slight language. Sort-of-angst.
I sighed as I rose, unsurprised to discover that Cloud had already left. But it was okay. I'd grown used to waking up alone. I'd grown used to hearing the door quietly click shut only an half hour after Cloud had fucked me. I'd grown used to knowing that the other man would never love me the way I loved him.
But, even though I'd grown accustomed to it, it still hurt. Every night, I still dreamed that I'd wake and he'd actually still be there. And every morning, I was disappointed. Every morning, I held back tears as I stood over my coffee, unable to understand why he couldn't stay just once.
He'd stopped claiming his love to me. He'd stopped moaning my name. He'd stopped making love to me; I'd somehow morphed into a release of tension. Cloud didn't care about me anymore. I was just his fuck toy. I'd always just be his fuck toy, because I couldn't leave him.
Because I loved him.
Even if he didn't feel the same way… even if I was just his plaything… even if I was a fool for still believing he'd somehow change…
I still fucking loved him. And that hurt the most.
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