Author's Note:- In which I write fictitious events to distract myself from reality.

Disclaimer:- Well, I don't really name any characters so fuck it.

It's become quite the nasty habit, your torrid little encounters with him. Neither of you have ever cared much for rules but you've always made it a point not to break any of your own. So ask yourself—why are you still here?

It's been hours since he's fallen asleep and still you lie beside him in every meaning of the word.

Lie.

Lie.

Well, if you're being honest with yourself in the way that you rarely are, you're staying because you have to. Your limbs demand it. Your arms are glued to your sides, your legs are tangled with his and even your eyes, your big, brown, deceptively demure eyes do not budge.

But, it is his eyes that are really at fault, you decide. Or rather, it is their absence. With the sharp silver gone, soft lines are all that remain. His spidery lashes kiss his cheekbones and, suddenly, you're tempted to do the same. However, it is not long before his downturned lips steal your attention. You know how he idolizes his youth and you start to understand why. His face is not one that is meant for the scars that follow age.

It is only a minor exaggeration to say that he is unrecognizable without his indignant angles and iron gaze. The lack of his almost ferocious smirk is something of a relief to you. You realize you'd forgotten there was a time before the smirk—when all he was was a lost boy, an unrealized marauder. Now, you think, perhaps, he is more guarded than lost. You see his inability to voice his fears and wonder how that came to be. You decide to blame the world because it is quite terrible in that way. It breaks things for the sole reason that they are so easily breakable.

As the moment starts to pass, his unquestionable beauty is tinged with a quiet innocence.

But you should know better.

And you do.

So, you decide to leave before the illusion can claim you as its own.

He isn't innocent and neither are you.

You are lying where you are, dignity be damned, for a reason after all.

-The End-

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