Thinking back, it was hard to see when it was that things started to change.
Izuru wasn't even sure if things really did change, or if he simply hadn't noticed until it was too late. Or, maybe he did notice, but he didn't want to believe it.
He couldn't believe it.
Had it all been a lie?
Those hot, passionate nights, where nothing else mattered or even seemed to excist other than the man on top of him, making him see stars and call out to the only person who had ever made him feel this way.
Those simple moments, the extra glance across the room, the light touch of a hand against his, the gentle brushing of lips on his own, the comforting feeling of a pair of arms around his waist...
Was that really all it had been? A lie? Perhaps it was, but in that case...
... it had been the most beautiful lie ever.