He slipped out of bed. 'He left.' He would always leave, every time.
Sometimes He wouldn't even stay for the night, he would just leave after doing it.
He did it too much, enough for Lee to start wondering if he really loved him as much as he would say, every night, every time.
One tear rolled down his face. He would always feel this miserable, every time.
He started walking. He was sour. He would be always sour, every time.
He still felt moist. Why did it had to be this way? Why always? Why every time?
And did Lee like it? Well, he asked that to himself a little too many times recently.
At first it would be soft, always so good, every time.
And then it would feel so wrong, always feel like he was bound, every time.
He would be too violent, he would always hurt him after, every time.
But in the end, it would feel like his fault, it would always feel so right, every time.
"Why? Why do you do this to me Gai-sensei?" He whispered.