A/N: I know you're all expecting me to update either of my longfics, something I haven't done in months… And for that I'm sorry to disappoint you, because I feel nowhere near ready to write any of those.

I do, however, have a one-shot. A very, very short one, that's true. But it's the first non-drabbly thing I've written in two months. I'm somewhat sharp in the edges, I know. But I should tell you that this fic is more for myself than for anyone else. It's just something I had to let out somehow, and a Camteen fic felt like the way to do it.

So don't even feel like you have to review or comment or anything. This is just something I hope will help me.

Kk?

You were my girlfriend. You were my princess, my flower, my little angel. You were the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. You were the one I wanted to form a family with and live my happily ever after. I thought you saw me the same way.

But truly, I was… your experiment.

I was your friend, I was the one who'd listen to you and take care of you and stay by your side when you needed someone.

I was the one you decided to use to try something new and see if it would work.

I was the one to hold you while you cried, to dry your tears and say silly things to make you laugh. I'd do anything to prevent you from ever getting hurt. I thought you'd do the same for me.

You were the one to whom I opened up. It was you who made me want to try again, to love again, to give myself again. It was to you that I handed my bruised heart; you that I trusted to take care of it.

Yet you didn't. You discarded it, as you discarded me. As you discarded all the love that I gave you, for over a year.

In the end, it was just a test for you, wasn't it? A test which I failed.

I try to tell myself that it wasn't my fault; that there was no way I could have passed that test. That there was no way you could ever feel for me what I felt for you. Wrong gender, I repeat to myself, over and over again. Wrong gender. There's not much you can do about that, is there?

But do you know what hurts the most? More than you leaving me, more than you saying you couldn't like me that way, more than you admitting it was just a test, a fucking one-year-long test?

It's the fact that you went back to him. The fact that, no matter what he does, he's still the one you truly love.

He, who hurt you beyond measure. He, whose actions left a deep scar in your heart and in your life. He, who caused you so much pain.

Now you barely remember it, but I can never forget. I can never forget how much you suffered because of him. Do you know why? Because it was me who had to help you overcome it. It was me who did everything I could to help you heal. To help you learn how to trust people again.

And damn, did I do a good job on that one. So good that, now, you're ready to try again. With him, of all people. Just a little display of attention from his part, and you run right back into his arms.

And I'm here, left behind, dumped as if I were trash. I wanted to hate you for this. I wanted not to care about you anymore, not to love you anymore. But I still do. I still love you, and I still care.

Because I know he's going to hurt you again, just like he did the first time around. And the worst thing is, I know I'll be here for you when he does. I'll be here ready to take care of you and mend your heart all over again when he breaks it.