3: Smell
They lie there, exhausted, feeling empty.
The lingering scent of perfume and cigarettes is still on Rath, even after he showered.
Betrayal makes a hole in Wil's heart.
Guilt eats away at Rath.
"…I'm sorry," he says weakly. Rath is sick of this stupid, hurtful game.
"I love you," Wil answers, pretending not to hear. He holds tightly onto the façade.
There is a deafening silence. Suddenly, Wil kisses Rath, hard and fast and needy, wanting to replace the smell of perfume and cigarettes with sex and sweat.
"I love you," Wil repeats between messy, desperate kisses.
Rath doesn't answer.
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omfg angst. Um, I actually have the 4th one written, but I'm rewriting it so it's less bad angst, 'cause that's the stage it's at right now, and more into something happy. So hopefully it will be posted relatively soon.
Many thanks to both people who reviewed, it was much appreciated. Once again, reviews and any and all critique are much appreciated, so, uh, please review. It's a nice thing to do, you know?