She knew. She knew he was just filling a black hole in his soul. She wanted to be fine with it. She really did, but a part of her ached for more. Ached for something deeper than just lust. Everytime her eyes would meet his from across the room, she wished he could see her eyes begging for him to want all of her, every last piece of her pathetic being. Ah, how she daydreamed of being all he could think about, all he desired. Daydreamed of how she wished he would come to her one day, push her against the wall, kiss her passionately, and tell her she was all he wanted and that she was his. But she knew that while he crossed her mind a lot, she probably never crossed his except when he wanted to feel good. Maybe she was just overthinking or maybe she was right. She didn’t really want to know the honest answer because she hurt enough as it was. She would just have to push the longing way back deep into the depths of her dark soul.
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