"Lies, don't wanna know, don't wanna know oh, you only ever touch me, in the dark."
2:45 A.M
So I followed him one night. I watched as he left the cold empty apartment and watched him walk on the sidewalk getting farther away from the place where we once had love.
My leg was still numb but I knew I had to do this.
I carefully put on my coat ignoring how my arms felt sore and the bruise on my hip hurt from e movement. I got on my winter boots and headed out, leaving the door unlocked.
I followed the silver-haired beauty for awhile before he stopped at a brothel. My face stayed emotionless but inside it felt like my heart got ripped out of me. I watched as he entered with a smile.
Thinking it was all a dream because surely it had to be a dream, i crept to the window and saw Viktor making up with a young blond chick.
Was I the wrong gender?
Why couldn't i get mad though?
I'm hurt but, why can't I hurt him? He did it many times.
Later on, I went through the old photos that Viktor had taken and I got lost in the once happy memories of when he loved me.