A/N: Hey y'all!!! Wow, my first Gravitation fic...hope y'all be nice to me. I actually wrote this while I was in school for a contest my writing teacher had the class enter, however, I reread this thinking about Shuichi and Yuki, so I hope y'all enjoy this and look for more stories from moi! 3

Disclaimer: This is from Shu-shi's point of view so y'all enjoy even though I don't own the characters of Gravitation; hope y'all like...


Voicemails

Some nights, he calls.

I don't like to listen to them, so I let it go to voicemail and wait for a message, even though I don't need one.

I know exactly where he is.

Out with another woman, another man; it doesn't matter which. He calls me, lets me know, then hoes and does whatever he damn well pleases. Then, he comes home, to me, and holds me with those hands that he touched someone else with.

I'm nothing but a temporary toy.

I say I love him, I think he knows. But he covers it up with sex, drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes. He loves those sinful pleasures more than me. Who wouldn't?

If it were me, I wouldn't have chosen me at all.

I glue myself to his side, ignoring his annoyance and focusing on how much I love him. I love his bastardly attitude and cold gaze that sometimes I catch looking at me with warmth. Those times are little, but I know he regrets the things he does, because he looks at me with a stripped soul at times.

When he leaves though, I marvel at my strength on my knees waiting for him at the door, tears streaming down my face.

But some nights, he doesn't call. He's home on time, willing to hold me, until he breaks me with his hurtful words. Sometimes he's physical and I run away, curling up into a ball in the closet until he rescues me.

Sometimes we're strangers.

But, more often than not, we're together.


A/N: Read and review peeps!!!! Hope you like!!!!!!