The Basement

“What the hell does that mean?” His eyes settled on her, and he lowered his eyes to her chest. He could definitely say, without a doubt that her chest would be missed.

"Funny, I remember thinking that too when you left."

“I’ve been fucking the neighbour, okay?!” “We haven’t been intimate in weeks. That must say something about how I make you feel.” “I was only ever here because I pitied you… and then it escalated and I didn’t know how to get out.” “To me you’re nothing more than a mercy fuck.” “I can’t believe you were lying to me all this time.” “There is nothing I want more than to be with you, but I can’t.” “You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me.” “You can’t just lead me on for weeks and expect me to be okay with that all being made up!” “No, I’m not okay! You hurt me and now you expect me to feel sorry for you? You can’t blame your mistakes on your ‘problems’ all the time, okay?! I thought you loved me!” “I can’t believe you actually thought I was in love with you.” “I knew you were cheating on me. Well, guess what: last night I cheated on you too. I wanted you to know what it felt like.” “I had no idea you felt like that about me. I thought you were just interested in me as a friend. I’m sorry.” “I wasn’t leading you on! We were just having fun, right? It’s not my fault you got your hopes up.” “Woah, it was a one night stand, nothing more, okay?” “You mean this as a sex only thing, right? I don’t do relationships.” “No, you can’t come over. I’m married and have kids. Wrap your head around that.” “If you thought I could ever be into you like that, you thought wrong.” “You’re not my type.” “So, who is it that you’re fucking? Is he/she hotter than me? Younger? What is it?” “Oh my god, you’re in love with me, aren’t you?” “I’ve met someone.” “You’re getting too clingy. I don’t like them when they get clingy.” “You just don’t make me happy anymore. It’s as simple as that.” “Do you even still love me? Or have you just grown bored with me? What is it? I can’t go on not knowing anymore.” “So now you want me to believe that you didn’t want to fuck him/her?! Like that sort of thing happens as a mistake– Or, you mean…?” “We fell in love too quickly for me to realise what I was getting myself into. This wasn’t a good idea.” “Please just kiss me one last time?”

"What the hell does that mean?" His eyes settled on her, and he lowered his eyes to her chest. He could definitely say, without a doubt that her chest would be missed.

Just know I’m here, I’m around, and more than happy to talk or interact with anyone. 

“Come on. I gotta get ready for the check out.”

“Fox, I have to pee. Let me in.” And knocked again. And a third time, just like she used to when they had lived together.

“What–what are you trying to do?”

She blinked up at the man innocently, no seduce intentions as she would have used to. 

"Come on. I gotta get ready for the check out."

this has been a psa about iming me <3

"What--what are you trying to do?"

“I’m just lost. Who are you?” His voice was quiet, and he had an almost nervous quality to him, like an animal ready to flee.

           something happened to you, i’m not entirely sure yet            that you will be alright in the end  as this wasn’t            supposed to have happened. 

"What do you mean, 'this wasn't supposed to happen'? I thought you had a say in things. Actually--why don't you explain to me what it is exactly you do. This is too weird to believe, and yet here I am, eating it up like a dog."

Unlike her, he hadn’t woken up yet, but was so quiet and still, he might’ve well looked as though he died.

There was just something about the vulnerability that came out when people were sleeping that got him. Gently, he reached over to move her hair out of her face, before he took to laying down again, the sounds of her breathing becoming a natural lullaby that put him to sleep.

Natalia’s eyes opened the next morning. And rather than cuddling her ex, her arms had somehow been locked around her pillow and hair stuck to her cheek. Fox beside her, still dressed, just as he always was. But she didn’t say anything, snuggling a little closer to her pillow, and closing her eyes once more. Maybe the day didn’t need to start just yet.

Unlike her, he hadn't woken up yet, but was so quiet and still, he might've well looked as though he died.