Belated birthday fic for W. W. Allerdyce – lusm :D disclaimer: I don't own.
You're haunted by him. By the very way he moves, he breathes, he says your name. The way he lurks in the shadows, the way he drinks, the way he loves (him and her, but not you. Never you). You watch him, and his darkness draws you in. Like a moth to a flame – you know it's clichéd, but you can feel him burning you. It hurts, but you can't stop. It burns you every time he looks through you, his searching gaze only resting when it finds her. It burns you every time he mistakenly whispers her name into your hair. You keep going back to him, though, even when it burns. Because he's the only thing that never changes. He's the only constant in your life, the only one who you can rely on to consistently fuck you (to consistently not love you). But isn't that what you want? You thought it was, but the tears contradict you. Because he's dark, and you're light. He's wrong and you're … are you right? You don't think so, but you must be. Because if you were wrong, he'd love you too.
Thoughts?
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