"What's the point in saying you love me like a friend? What's the point in saying it's never gonna end?"
7:23 A.M
I took a drink of coffee waiting for Viktor to walk in. Making up excuses about where he been. Then we'll hug and I'll smell cheap perfume on his shirt and notice how his hair is messy then normal.
I'll say I'm fine, we'll kiss and I'll taste someone else on his mouth and I'll ignore the aching in my chest and offer to make some breakfast.
He'll decline the offer and say how he ate at a fast food place. It's a lie of course. It's all a lie. Everything that comes out of his mouth is a lie.
I wish we had a normal relationship, but Viktor is Viktor. And I can't live without him.
He on the hand, can live without me. It's obvious.
We'll then exchange 'I love you's' one's he doesn't mean. Those three words sound so fake. I wonder if they always been fake?
I stared at the bruise on my arm. It's healing, oh so slowly. That's the last time I tell Viktor he's cheating.
The front door opened and Viktor walked in and smiled, "Yuuri!"
I forced a smiled and greeted back, "Where were you?"
One day out of a time.