DISCLAIMER: Torchwood will never be mine. Damn! :)
There's exclusivity in a relationship. It's a secure little club that almost everyone wants to be in, but that only two of you can really join. I was exclusive, once.
That was before I was interested in the person who threw me out of that club. It's very difficult to stay a member when your other half is bleeding on the floor, not to mention the fact that you are ever so slightly attracted to her executioner.
Being exclusive is kind of hard when you are with a man who treats the global population like it is a brothel having a closing down sale. Everything must go – route around in the masses and flirt with whoever you can find. Scramble to the mound of cheap, pretty ones as eagerly as a desperate Primark shopper and watch as they slide into your arms without you even having to pluck one off the top. Have sex; just for kicks. And, there is me. Crushed underneath them.
I may not be at the bottom of the pile, but sometimes I feel that I am too close for my liking. He is as oblivious as ever.
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