You smoke at the roof top, gazing at the beautiful night view. As you puff the smoke, watching it fill the air, his voice interrupts you.

“We need to talk.”

Unfazed, you turn around and sigh. It was your fling, Gabriel. You needed some enjoyment and then you met him. It started to be a one time thing but then he met you again, and so on. You strictly informed him that this would be a no strings attached, but soon…he wanted more.

“Why are you keeping me in this situation? We’re not even dating.”

He says, taking one step closer. He was right…why are you keeping him in this situation?