Dart looked around the room he was in, looking for him, his eyes wandered to the old oak chair sitting in the corner of the room. The sharp painful memories found their way out from the back of his mind and make themselves known. Had he really left again? Of course he did. Lloyd didn't love Dart the way he loved him... he just used him. He didn't care for Darts emotions, he didn't care that what he was doing was ripping Dart apart. Just taking his belongings and leaving each morning… It always sent an agonizing pain to Darts heart like something had died; Dart thought the feeling didn't hurt Lloyd like it hurt Dart. The blond forgave Lloyd of everything he did, even killing his best friend Lavitz. Dart thought Lloyd didn't want his forgiveness he wanted the red-eyed dragoon dead, physically as well as emotionally. Of course Dart's feelings got in the way. He has no choice but to give into the wingly every time, every caress, every touch, and every kiss. They caused Dart to go wild with desire. Lloyd gave into Dart as well but of course Dart was sure it was all part of his plan, every time he left, he broke through Dart more and more; causing him to want Lloyd again. Victory looked like it pleased Lloyd, He assumed causing the agony in Dart's eyes is what kept him coming back. Dart thought he knew about the wingly's reasons but still gives into him, he loved him why would he not?. At least he can please him every once and a whiles. Dart sighed and rested his head on the bed he was laying in... The blond knew it would be a while before he saw Lloyd again ... He knew he would just have to wait, he was sure he would be back because ... He wasn't completely broken ... Not yet.
