Black Hole
Ooh, baby don't you know I suffer?
Oh, baby can you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretenses
How long before you let me go?
-Supermassive Black Hole (Muse)
Our relationship was not meant to see the daylight. It was never to be spoken of at school, work, or even among friends. In public, she was still dating Mr. Perfect, the Stronghold boy. Though when the sun went down, she was all mine—in body, mind, and soul. I knew she would only be screaming my name in bed, never his. That is if he could even get it up. She never told me about that, come to think of it.
Really, it was only fitting. I always felt like I belonged to the night, had no place in regular society. I suppose I inherited that from my father, but I can bet that he never got to fuck someone else's girlfriend under the cover of the stars. She didn't belong in darkness—she was too bright, cheery, optimistic. So why did I pull her into it, into cheating on that American Flag, into making the nights illicit? I had no excuse, but she never seemed to mind. She loved giving me those secret signals during the day, during school, that meant that we would be at it like bunnies come sunset. I had no excuse, I thought those signals were hot, they could get me going far before our usual meeting time.
She would never end it, not with either of us. Every time I asked, it was a different excuse. He was her best friend, boyfriend, she could never hurt him, but I could. We both knew that if our nightly affairs ever became public, it would be me taking the blame. After all, I wasn't the one that he loved. I was just the best friend. Replaceable. But I couldn't get out of it either. Her love was like a black hole that sucked any man close to her into it. I was caught in this dark, black hole at night, and I wasn't sure I ever wanted to get out.
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