#former lover

Villain rather stayed inside with a good book, then go outside to the city. Especially now, when hero took them to the city to get some stuff.

They hated to walk behind the hero as a pet. They even had a collar, so the hero could punish them with electricity when they tried to escape.

Everyone knew who they were since hero had captured them and if they didn't know, they would because of the collar around their neck. For villain, walking through the city like this felt humiliating. It felt more like a punishment then a reward.

They walked behind hero, trying to ignore the stares of people. Villain looked at their feet, feeling ashamed of their self. People hated them and they felt stupid for letting themselves being captured. They didn't even try to escape.

Someone toutched their shoulder. At first they didn't want to look, but then the person spoke.

"Hey villain, how are you." Villain looked at the most beautiful smile of a person they knew all to well. They couldn't help and smiled back. They were happy to see their former lover.

"I'm fine," they lied, "What are you doing here?" The villain looked at the hero, but they just walked further.

"Just walking around. I didn't expected to see you here. You are a villain, right? Weren't you imprisoned by hero?" They nodded, pointing to the collar around their neck. "They walk there. I have to follow before they give me a shock. My neck still hurts from the last time." They saw hero looking for them and grabbing the remote. Villain rushed back to them and apologised, scared of getting hurt in front of all those people, including their former lover. They would really feel embarrassed, even more then now.

When they walked behind hero again they really hated themselves for not saying goodbye to their former lover. But then suddenly someone took their hand and walked beside them.

"What are you doing?" Villain asked. "You're not alone. I'm walking with you." "You don't have to." Villain didn't even look at them. They didn't deserve kindness, but at the same time they wanted it so badly.

Hero wasn't bad, but they were the only one to talk to villain and sometimes villain thought of themselves like they were a monster. The monster that everyone sees them for. For most people they weren't human. They were that monster. The fact that most people acted like they were, hurt villain more than they could imagine before. And right now, they felt like a monster pet. Villain let their fingers go over the collar.

"You're ashamed of that collar." Their friend concluded. Villain looked at the ground again.

"It's not only that.. but yeah, I can't deny that I feel like a pet."

"Here take my scarf. Than you can cover it." Villain blushed as they took the scarf. It smelled like flower candles.

They hid their collar with it and felt more relaxt. Finally something to feel more like themselves. Even a scarf could help right now and they were really thankful for it.

"Do you still like taking pictures?" Their friend suddenly asked. Villain was confused for a moment. It was just a normal question, not something about villainy of why they had turned bad.

"I liked to take some nature pictures, but I stopped at some point. I had no time anymore and I was to tired when I came home." Home.. They missed it.

"And you still like chocolate milk?" Villain laughed. "Yes off course! I'm still addicted." They both laughed.

"Why all those questions? It isn't like I'm a different person. I'm still the same." Only a villain, they thought. They looked at hero, but they didn't seemed to care that villain was talking to someone.

"True, you're still nice and sweet and funny." Villain felt their cheeks turn red.

"Funny?" Villain laughed, one eyebrow raised. "I'm not funny!" Their lover pushed playfully against their shoulder. "Yes you are!" "No I'm not!"

Hero turned to see villain with a big smile and twinkling lights in their eye's. "Yes you are, your friend is right." Villains mouth opened, but closed without saying anything. They roled their eyes and saw hero trying not to laugh. "This isn't fair." Villain muttered.

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When hero had everything villain didn't wanted to go back. For the first time in years villain had a nice day. They felt happy and didn't want to say goodbye. Hero called for villain. They were already waiting by the car.

Villain shuffled restlessly with their feet on the floor. "Thank you." They said to their friend. "You made my day. Thank you so much." Their friend smiled at them. A warm and still beautiful smile. "No problem. It was nice to talk to you again."

Villain knew that they had to say goodbye. But they weren't good at this. "Will I see you again? At last if hero still allows me to come with them." "That would be fun." They both smiled at each other. Then their friend kissed villain on the cheek and walked away. "See you next time!" They said with a big smile. Villain blushed again.

"Wait! Your scarf!" They took it of and held it in their hands. "You can keep it!" Their friend shouted back. "But.. it's yours!" Villain said confused, still holding it out. "You're a villain, you can steal it." Villain laughed. "The only thing I want to steal right now is your heart." Their friend rolled their eye's. "That one was so bad." They laughed. "I'm a villain, am I not supposed to be bad?" Their friend held their hand up and walked out of sight. Villain shook their head. They were still the same, they thought by themselves.

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"Your friend seems nice." Hero said when they were in the car.

I know this is old, but still, thank you so much, Ai! To be quite honest, idk what the fuck I just wrote for you lol X Drake is an interesting character, but was a bit of a challenge since we hardly know anything about him. I hope I portrayed him to your liking. Also, I know you never stated it, but I kinda went a lil nsfw-ish at the end? I hope that’s okay. If not, I will gladly change it! Either way, I hope you enjoy this! x

*Putting it under the cut, as it is a bit lengthy!

Running into a Former Lover (X Drake)

tog meme: favorite (un)seen relationship aedion + bane's commander

*special thanks to @justthatsony for the pics and conversations that helped create this story!!!

           I was in the middle of getting ready for a friend’s party when Graham texted me asking if I wanted to hang out with him and his friends. I told him I was going to stop by a party and that I might be able to hang out with him and his friends after I leave. Just getting a text from him made me feel good inside. There’s just something about being with the right person that really changes you as a person, especially after a horrific previous relationship. And my two-year rollercoaster ride with my ex-boyfriend was downright tragic.

           “Sony,” my friend Riley said to me as we rode an Uber to the party, “you need to stay the whole party. You know I don’t like that bitch Evelyn.”

           “But she invited you to the party,” I said with a laugh.

           “She’s your friend, not mine. She only invited me so you’d show up.”

           “I really wish you’d put some effort into getting to know her, Riley. She’s a little extra but…”

           “A little extra? Boy, please! Tamar Braxton is a little extra. Evelyn is the fucking queen of extra.”

           I rolled my eyes and laughed before saying, “Just avoid her and talk to some of the cute niggas that are gonna be there. Her cousin Marlo is from Jersey and he’s bi. He’s gonna be there, and he loves fem niggas with long legs like you.”

           “Is he cute?”

           “He has that Jordan Calloway thing going on. Brotha is fine.”

           “Ooh, I love me some Jordan Calloway. Alright, I will keep my self preoccupied with trying to get his dick tonight. Who else is gonna be at the party?”

           “I know she invited a few other people who work with us at LeBeau Fashions. I think she invited some straight male models, too.”

           “You think any of them will be trade?”

           “I doubt it. You know most of them are lame ass wannabe rappers and shit, so they put on that homophobe front thinking it will get them into the industry.”

           He shook his head and said, “True.”

           We arrived at Evelyn’s apartment building in Flatbush a few minutes later. There were a few people hanging out in front of the building; but no one me nor Riley knew, so we entered the building and took the elevator up to the floor Evelyn’s apartment was on. I got another text from Graham saying he really wanted to see me that night, which was cute. I texted him back saying if the party was lame, I’d leave early.

                                                   Me (Sony)

           “Just as I expected,” Riley said as we entered the party. “This shit is lame as fuck.”

           I nudged him in the side and said, “Please do not start any drama with Evelyn tonight. Go find you some dick.”

           “Shit, you don’t have to tell me twice.” He split up from me and headed over to a group of guys.

           I looked around to see if I could spot Evelyn anywhere, but she wasn’t in sight. So, I decided to go make myself a drink. I assumed the drinks were in the kitchen because I didn’t see them anywhere else, so I headed there. The moment I stepped inside and saw Chris sitting up on a counter talking to some white boy, my mouth damn near dropped to the floor. Before I could back up, he looked towards the entryway and noticed me standing there.

                                                   Chris

           “Sony,” he said while rudely dismissing the white boy with his hand. “Long time no see, baby.”

           “What the hell are you doing here, Chris?” I asked while folding my arms in anger. “I thought I told you to stay the fuck away from me and my friends.”

           “My boy Travis got an invite and he brought me with him. I think he’s fucking your girl, Evelyn right now in her bedroom.”

           “Whatever.” I turned to leave, but he hopped down from the counter and stopped me.

           “Yo, what’s the rush? You ignore me on social media, you changed your number and now you don’t wanna talk to me? I’m not gonna try anything, baby. We’re in a small ass apartment with a bunch of people.”

           “Chris, I wasn’t kidding when I told you I’d go to the police if you ever fucked with me again. I’m done with you.”

           “I’ve changed.”

           “You’ve changed? In five months, you’ve changed? Fuck you, Chris.”

           “Damn, it’s like that?”

           “Yes, it’s like that! You’re lucky I didn’t go to the cops. And don’t you even think of following me or doing anything else because I will get my boyfriend to fuck you up.”

           He chuckled as he asked, “Boyfriend?”

           “Yes. He’s six-foot-five just like you and he will beat your punk ass.”

           “So, where is this magical boyfriend of yours?”

           “Go to hell, Chris. Go straight to hell.” I turned away from him again but he grabbed my arm hard. “What are you doing? Let go of me?” I hit him in the chest and tried to pull away from him. “Chris, let me go right now!”

           He smiled again and let my arm go before saying, “I’m sorry, baby. I just…I missed you. I still think about you and what we had.”

           “That’s right, it’s what we had. Do not talk to me again tonight.”

           I hurried out of the kitchen and tried to find Riley but couldn’t. I looked back to see Chris still standing in the kitchen entryway watching me. Without seeing Riley or Evelyn around, I began to panic. The moment Chris became preoccupied in a conversation with someone, I made a break for the front door and left the party as quickly as I could. Instead of taking the elevator, I took the stairs. I kept thinking he was going to know I left and would follow me, but no one else entered the stairwell as I made my way down to the ground floor.

           Chris was the ex-boyfriend I mentioned before, the one that put me through an emotional rollercoaster for two years. We met at an underground fashion show in Manhattan and it was a combination of lust and love at first sight. I was there because I had a contract designing for the Haus of Noir, an exclusive fashion house that focused only on black and dark grey clothing and accessories. He was there to model clothing for another underground designer. We exchanged looks behind the curtain for most of the show. Then as we were leaving, he offered me a ride home. We fucked in my apartment for two hours and then I never expected to see him again. About two days later, he found me on social media and told me he was openly bisexual and that he wanted to be my boyfriend.

           “Baby, where are you?” I asked Graham over the phone as I walked through the streets of Flatbush behind a group of people I didn’t know.

           “I’m at the Sprint store on Fulton Street with my friends,” he told me.

           “Good, I’m gonna get an Uber to bring me there.”

           “Sony, what’s wrong? You sound…”

           “I’m fine. I just wanna see you.”

           “I wanna see you, too, baby.”

           “I’ll get the car to take the Flatbush Avenue Extension, so I’ll be there in no time.”

           “Alright.”

           I turned off into a corner store and used the Uber app to get a car to pick me up from there. When it arrived a little while later, I hurried out to it and that’s when Evelyn called me. I answered the call, “I was at the party but never saw you. Where the hell were you?”

           “I was with Travis,” she said with a laugh. “You remember him, don’t you? He’s the model with…”

           “He’s Chris’s friend. Evelyn, Chris was at the party.”

           “Oh my God. Sony, I am so sorry.”

           “No, that was fucked up.”

           “I didn’t know Travis had brought him. Travis just walked up to me and talked me into going into my room.”

           “Well while you were getting dicked down, I got cornered by Chris in your kitchen.”

           “What did he say? He didn’t threaten you or anything, did he?”

           “No, but he was acting weird as fuck. You know I don’t want to be around him, Evelyn.”

           “I know and I am so sorry. You know I would never intentionally put you and him in the same place like that.”

           “Still, it was creepy so I got the fuck out of there.”

           “You couldn’t have taken Riley’s annoying ass with you?”

           “Bitch, I fucking dipped the moment I seen Chris was there. I don’t want him learning where I’ve moved to.”

           “Why all the fine ones gotta be so damn crazy?”

           “Speak for yourself. Graham is sexy and is in his right mind.”

           “Mmm hmm, so why haven’t you done the deed with him?”

           “Because I’m doing things differently this time around. Besides, Graham and I have done some things. We just haven’t done everything yet.”

           She laughed and said, “You and them fine ass bearded niggas, I swear.”

           “Look, I would’ve stayed at your party a little longer had he not been there. I was going to get a drink and boom; this nigga was right there in your kitchen. Had me shook.”

           “My bad, Sony. I can’t apologize to you enough. Had I known he was here, you know I would’ve told you.”

           “Yeah, I know. It’s okay. You can make it up to me by paying for lunch tomorrow.”

           “I got you, boo-boo.”

           “I’m about to meet up with Graham and some of his friends. I’ll talk to you later, girl.”

           “Alright. Bye, love.”

           “Goodnight.” I ended the call just as the car turned onto Fulton Street. When the car pulled up to the Sprint Wireless store, I confirmed the payment to my card plus the tip and hopped out.

                                                Graham

           “There he is,” Graham said to his friends as I entered the store. He put his arm around me and told me, “We’re all about to get something to eat so…” He noticed the look on my face and asked, “Baby, is something wrong?”

           “Nothing, I’m good.”

           “Come on y’all, let’s go get something to eat.”

           “Let’s go to the IHOP on Livingston,” said one of his friends. “We can walk there from here, it’s right around the block.”

           Graham and I became friends a few weeks after I broke up with Chris. We met at a party and then later ran into each other repeatedly because he was a photographer at some of the fashion shows I worked on. So we started this friendship and for the longest, I thought he was straight. When I learned he was in fact gay, I did make some advances but I’d already told him I was recovering from a bad breakup so he insisted that we take things slow. Over four months later, we were boyfriends but we hadn’t done much past oral sex. There was reluctance on both our parts to rush things.

           As me and Graham followed behind his friends towards the IHOP, I asked him, “What made you and your friends want to hang out in a Sprint store?”

           “Phil and his girl were already there, so the rest of us met up there.”

           “Oh, okay.”

           He put his arm around me as we walked and asked, “You sure you okay, baby?”

           “Yeah. I’m sure. I wish I would’ve skipped Evelyn’s party and just met up with you. Did you drive tonight?”

           “Yeah. My car is parked down Fulton.”

           “Well, after we stuff our faces with pancakes, how about we go back to your place?”

           “My roommate is gonna be home. Why don’t we just go back to your place?”

           “No. My neighbor has been listening to some grunge music lately and he plays it really loud.”

           “I guess we can go back to my place then. It ain’t like we’re gonna do anything anyway.”

           “We’ve been doing stuff.”

           He laughed a little and put his mouth close to my ear as he whispered, “I do love the taste of that sweet ass, baby.”

           I giggled and told him, “You are so nasty.”

           After eating in IHOP with his friends, we said goodnight to them and walked to his car. He drove us to his apartment in the Crown Heights area. The real reason why I didn’t want to go back to my place was because I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure that Chris hadn’t followed me from Evelyn’s place. I hoped that he didn’t because he’d know where Graham lived, but at least he wouldn’t have known where I lived.

           “You’re lucky I cleaned this room up,” Graham said as we entered his bedroom. He closed and locked the door before telling me, “Get out them clothes.” He burst out laughing and quickly said, “I’m just playing, baby.”

           “Yeah right,” I said while rolling my eyes. I sat down on his bed and took my shoes off before asking, “Can we watch a movie? I wanna cuddle up and watch a movie.”

           “We can watch whatever you want.” He bent down and kissed my lips before pulling back and taking off his shoes.

           “Hey baby?”

           “Yeah?”

           “Do you remember the bad breakup I told you about when I first met you?”

           “Yep. What about it?”

           “At Evelyn’s party tonight, I ran into my ex.”

           The moment I said that, he froze up. He slowly sat down beside me on the bed and asked, “Did you speak to him?”

           “Yes, and it was very awkward.”

           “Awkward how?”

           “Well, he kept calling me baby and…I don’t know. It was just weird. I told him to stay away from me. I didn’t even know he’d be at the party. I left as fast as I could.”

           “Sony, what happened between you and him?”

           “A lot happened. I did tell you he’s a model and that’s how I met him. I just haven’t told you everything.” I took a deep breath before revealing, “He hit me.”

           “What?!”

           “It was only once and that was when I broke it off. We were together for two years but the day he hit me was when I ended it. But it didn’t end there. He started stalking me and I had to threaten to go to the cops to get him to back off. Then I changed jobs and moved to a different part of Brooklyn. I changed my number and blocked him from my social media accounts. Tonight was my first time seeing him since before I met you.”

           “No wonder why you’ve been acting strange tonight. Sony, why didn’t you tell me earlier tonight?”

           “Because you were with your friends and I didn’t want to burden you with nonsense.”

           “It’s not nonsense. Baby, if you need me to talk to that nigga then…”

           “No. He knows not to try anything. I’m not going to let him scare me into changing jobs and moving again.”

           “Do you still think about him?”

           “No, I don’t. The only person I think about is you. I don’t have to worry about you snapping on me or you snorting a bunch of coke and then locking me in a bathroom overnight.”

           “He’s a cokehead?”

           “I’m not sure about now but when I was with him he was. I never even tried the stuff and never will.”

           “Good, because you know how I feel about drugs. I’ve seen too many people mess their lives up over that. Damn near every model is on it. I have to use Photoshop on so many of the pics I take because so many people are strung out on that crap.”

           “Whether Chris really has changed as he claimed tonight or not, I’ll never look back at him again. That chapter of my life is closed, and nothing will reopen it.”

           Graham kissed me and made me feel comfortable as we cuddled up on his bed and watched a movie. With my head on his chest and his arms around me, I felt a level of security that I knew I wouldn’t have felt had I went home that night. But I’d later find out that it was a false sense of security. No one person can keep you safe from demons, past or present. Sooner or later, those demons catch up to you and force you to confront them head on.

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

© D.A. Morrison 2017

           The next two weeks were easily the best two weeks I’d had in a while. I spent more time with Graham and I can honestly say I’d never been happier. My boss at LeBeau Fashions was using more of my designs and was in talks with me to become head designer of my division, so I was excited about that. Everything was actually coming together for me in a way that it hadn’t in a long time. I kept hoping it would continue on that way.

           “So,” Evelyn said to me while we were eating lunch in the breakroom at work, “when are you gonna let Graham move in?”

           “We’re not ready for that yet,” I replied. “I mean, I think we’ll get to that point one day but not yet.”

           “You and him give me so much hope.”

           “Aw, Ev.”

           “I’m for real. When you told me about how he forgave you for the whole Chris thing and how you forgave him for sleeping with his ex while in Philly, my heart just melted. Y’all are so cute together and I’m glad it worked out.”

           “Me, too. I was scared for a little while but we’re gonna be okay. I know we will.”

                                                    Me (Sony)

           I didn’t have anything planned with Graham for that day, but I was still ready go home after work so I could talk to him on the phone while cooking myself something to eat. However, right after lunch we were given a last-minute job to do and I ended up having to stay at work late that night with both Evelyn and Riley. It was after ten o’clock when we finally finished and got ready to head home.

           “My Uber ride will be here soon,” I told her.

           “Okay,” said Riley. “Come on, Ev.”

           “Hold up,” I said, stopping them. “You two are riding together in Evelyn’s car? I thought you two hated each other?”

           “We’ve reached an understanding,” Evelyn admitted.

           “Yep. We both share a mutual fondness of good dick, so we figured it was pointless to keep our feud going.”

           I laughed and shook my head as I told them, “Thank goodness. Y’all were starting to get on my last nerve with the fighting.” I exited the building with them and told them, “See y’all later.”

           “Bye,” they said in unison as they headed over to Evelyn’s car.

           I watched them as they left and while waiting on my Uber to arrive, another car pulled up into the parking lot. When the door opened and Chris climbed out of it, I immediately pulled out my phone and told him, “I’m calling the police right now.”

           “Sony, chill,” he said as he stood by his car. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

                                                        Chris

           “Leave me alone, Chris!”

           “Why are you treating me like this?”

           “Are you serious? You used a fake gun to trick me into having sex with you. You’re fucking crazy!”

           “No, I love you. And if you don’t tell Graham that me and you had sex, then I will.”

           “You’re too late.”

           “What?”

           “I already told him. Now if you don’t get the fuck out of here, I’m calling the cops and you’ll get arrested for violating the restraining order I took out on you.”

           “Damnit Sony! What the fuck is it gonna take? You need to dump that lame ass nigga and get back with me. You know you still love me.”

           “I told Graham everything and we’re still together. I don’t want you, Chris. I’ll never want you again. You tricked me and you should feel bad about that but you don’t. That tells me you still don’t get why I left you. You’re the same cokehead loser you were the day you put your fucking hands on me! Fuck you, Chris! Fuck you!”

           He snapped and grabbed me by my shoulders while telling me, “I will fucking kill you before I let you be with that nigga! Do you hear me? I’ll kill you and him!”

           My Uber driver pulled up and I kicked Chris in the nuts and ran to the car as fast as I could. I jumped in and told the driver to leave. He sped off and I looked back in the rear window to see Chris hovered over his car holding himself. I then called the cops and told them Chris had violated his restraining order. They told me they’d get a warrant to arrest him. I hadn’t been that scared before in my life. When I got home, I locked my doors and called Graham. He wanted to come over but I was scared that if he did, Chris might try something. So, I told him not to come until the next day so that the police would have time to arrest Chris.

           “Baby, you can’t stay in your apartment all day,” Graham told me over the phone. “We both have a day off from work and I want to spend it with you.”

           “The police haven’t caught him yet, Graham,” I said back. “You didn’t see the look on his face last night. He completely snapped.”

           “Sony, if he comes up then I’ll beat his ass. He ain’t that much bigger than me. I can take him.”

           “And what if he comes at us with a real gun?”

           “Then I’ll kill him. I’m not gonna let him hurt you, Sony. I promise, baby. Now I’m coming to pick you up and we’re gonna hang out, okay?”

           “Give me like fifteen minutes to get ready.”

           He laughed a little and said, “That’s what I wanna hear. I love you.”

           “And I love you, Graham. I’ll see you when you get here, baby.”

           Although I was still worried because the police hadn’t found Chris yet, I did feel a sense of safety while talking on the phone with Graham. So after getting ready, I waited for him to arrive to pick me up. When he got there, I locked my apartment up and went down to see him waiting for me outside his car. I ran up to him and hugged and kissed him for the longest.

                                                    Graham

           “Hey sexy,” he said immediately after I stopped kissing him.

           “Where are you taking me?” I asked him.

           “I got us tickets to hear some poetry over in Harlem. We can pick up something to eat over there and see what else is going on over that way. That way you won’t even have to think about Chris looking for us all over Brooklyn.”

           I threw my arms around his neck and told him, “Sounds good to me. Let’s go.”

           We climbed into his car and headed away from my apartment building. Everything was going good as we drove towards the Astoria neighborhood so that we could take the Robert F. Kennedy bridge to Harlem. But then, something crazy happened. We were sitting at a red light when someone fan into the back of Graham’s car. I looked in the rear-view mirror to see it was Chris. I didn’t know if he’d been following us the whole time or what, but he’d rammed us hard at that red light.

           “What the fuck!” Graham shouted as he took off his seatbelt.

           “Graham, don’t,” I said while grabbing his arm. “Just drive to the nearest police station, baby.”

           “I’ll kill that bitch ass nigga!”

           “Baby, he’ll run you over if you get out of this car! Just drive!”

           He put his seatbelt back on and hit the accelerator, speeding away from Chris’s car. Chris followed us and immediately caught up, ramming us in the back again. He hit us again and almost made Graham lose control of the car. Then, he pulled up alongside us and sideswiped us a few times, causing us to hit a few parked cars on the street we were driving down.

           “Make this next right, baby,” I told Graham. “There’s a police department on Astoria Boulevard!”

           “Okay, hold on, baby,” he said back before making the sharp right.

           When he made that immediate right, Chris tried to sideswipe us again but missed and lost control of his car. He crashed hard into a streetlight pole. Graham noticed it and stopped his car. He backed up and then put the car in park before hopping out.

           “What are you doing?” I asked him.

           “I’m gonna fuck him up,” he told me before hopping out of the car and running over to Chris’s car. He snatched Chris out through the driver’s side window and slammed him on the ground. He kicked Chis hard in the back and asked, “This what you wanted, right? Huh, nigga?! You done fucked my ride up, too! I will kill your bitch ass!” He stomped Chris hard in the ribs.

           “That’s enough, baby,” I told him. “Stop!” I pulled him back and held him back as Chris coughed up blood.

           He turned back over on his back and looked up at me and told me, “I love you, Sony. I just wanted you to know I love you, baby.”

           “I hate you,” I told him. “I hope going to prison was worth all of this. All you had to do was leave me alone, Chris.”

           “I couldn’t.” He coughed up more blood before telling, “I can’t stop loving you.”

           “Shut the fuck up!” Graham said before kicking him again.

           The police showed up a few moments later and placed Chris under arrest while he was being put into an ambulance. Neither me nor Graham had any bruises so after we gave our statements to the cops, we were free to go. Graham’s car was messed up but he could still drive it, so we drove away. As he drove, he looked over at me and chuckled a little while saying, “If any of your other exes ever show up, please tell me about it as soon as possible.”

           “I have an ex that lives in Texas and another is in California,” I told him with a smile. “There aren’t any more here in New York, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”

           He used his free hand to grab mine as he smiled and said, “Good.”

[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.

© D.A. Morrison 2017

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your mom told me recently that you wish it had ended differently - and sometimes i do too. she said that now you understand what you lost, and wish you could take it back - and sometimes i do too.

but you made these choices. you chose to play games for 7 years. you chose to push me away when it got too real. and because of those choices, you will spend the rest of your life wondering why you didn’t love me the way you should’ve. why you let the best thing you ever had walk away from you. when you lay next to your boring wife in 10 years, you’ll wonder why on earth you let go of the only woman who’s intellectually challenged you.