He should feel horrible, dirty... sick. God, he should feel something. Anything. He lifted the cigarette to his lips, it was supposed to be his last one three weeks ago but his girlfriend made him need it. He was beginning to hate her more by the passing second.
Smoke blew away with the breeze. A frown plastered on his face as he entered the dim club. He moved through other men to his seat. His usual seat so he could meet up with her again.
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"Tell me you love me," he would ask her by the end of the night. He would be drunk. Her opal eyes would search his as she took her shot. He knew she didn't but he needed to hear that shit.
"I," she would pause. She always did. "I love you."
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He loved the way she danced. Oh, how he loved the way she moved. He would watch her every step and she would smile and pretend to ignore him. It drove him crazy every time. He always tipped generously.
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He didn't like drugs, he hated them but he needed them. She also needed them. She said it helped block out the negative. He had a lot to block out. They crashed together, it was always hard too. "Tell me you love me," he would whispered.
"Only for tonight," she would reply.
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"I'll give you what I need," he told her once. He liked to think only his name was written on her inner thigh. He didn't care if it was a lie. It was hers, Hinata's... he believed, to keep. She had a lovely voice, he discovered at the end of every night they spent together. "Sasuke," was the only word but she sung it perfectly.
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When the sun rose and his depression, she was always gone and so was the money he would leave on the nightstand. He pushed himself up and gripped his skull. "Just tell me you love me," he would repeat.
"I... I love you," he replay her saying over and over because it would get him through another shitty week. He picked up the vibrating phone and it would be his girlfriend back home. Damn, he was beginning to hate her more by each passing second.
He ignored the call and pulled out the cigarette that was supposed to be his last one. Maybe it wasn't his girlfriends fault and maybe he would quit when he decided to leave Hinata for good. Fuck that. He couldn't wait until next Friday and so the smoke rose.
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AN: Song fic. Wicked Games by The Weeknd.