He looked over to his left to see his partner, Arthur, lying down on his slightly chubby stomach next to him. He smiled at the sight of him and stretched. Arthur rolled on his side and sleepily scratched his stomach. He ran his fingers through Arthur's short, dirty blonde hair and woke him up. Arthur's green eyes slowly adjusted to the sunlight and soon focused on the man who was tenderly combing his hair. His gaze quickly shifted to the left.

"Good morning, Artur." the man whispered lovingly. He leaned in and kissed Arthur's forehead.

"Morning…Francis…" Arthur murmured as he rolled on his back.

"Did you sleep well?" Francis asked as he scooted closer to Arthur.

Arthur grumbled something in response and closed his eyes. Francis moved even closer to Arthur and lightly trailed his index finger up and down Arthur's chest.

"You were really great last night, Artur." Francis cooed.

Arthur reopened his eyes and they darted at Francis.

"Is there any particular reason why you're still here?" Arthur asserted coldly.

"I'm famished after last night, aren't you?"

"A bit." Arthur said as he scratched his stomach again.

"Well let's eat!" Francis said as he took Arthur's hand and took him into the kitchen.

Francis rummaged through Arthur's refrigerator for food as Arthur sat down at the small kitchen table. Francis grabbed two danishes, sat down across from Arthur, and gave him a danish. They ate their danishes in their underwear, with Francis looking at Arthur and Arthur looking down at the tabletop.

"So…aren't you going to go?" Arthur asked after they both finished eating.

Francis put his elbows on the table and rested his chin on his hands.

"I can't leave yet, I have something to tell you." Francis said coyly.

"Well tell me already." Arthur sighed as he rolled his eyes.

Francis smiled widely and bit his lip.

"I love you." Francis gleefully announced.

Arthur stared at Francis and then shook his head. Francis' smile soon turned to a frown.

"Is there something wrong?" Francis asked, extending his hand out to Arthur.

"I think you need to leave." Arthur scowled.

"Huh? Why sh-"

"Just leave. Now."

Francis looked at Arthur with a shocked expression. Arthur avoided looking at him. The atmosphere quiet, dreary atmosphere made Francis well up inside and he walked back into the bedroom. Francis put on his clothes in a sloppy, hurried fashion. Tears streamed down his face and he didn't bother to wipe them off.

Arthur came into the bathroom and stood in the doorway.

"I…I don't think that we should see each other ever again." Arthur said softly.

"Why?! What did I do wrong?! I gave you nothing but love! I care for you Artur!" Francis yelled, turning to face Arthur.

"That's the problem. I don't need love or care. I just wanted a sexual relationship, not anything more."

"I can give you that" Francis said , stepping closer to Arthur. " I don't want to stop seeing you."

"There's no point in staying. I won't give you what you want. I won't be monogamous. It's better for you if you just go."

Francis stood there, frozen. He remembered when he used to say those words verbatim to so many of his past lovers. He now knew how it felt to be on the other end of the stick. He knew how much it could sting and hurt. How it felt to think that one person would be the one you could spend your life with. How right it felt when those three words left your mouth, but then they just ended up on the ground, crushed. He now realized how all of his feelings towards Arthur were a mistake and felt sick.

Francis sighed deeply and left Arthur's apartment.