Alhaitham doesn't feel guilty.

There is no sense of shame as his lips press against yours. It brings him some semblance of comfort that you still allow him to kiss you– it lets him pretend that he is still yours, that he still possesses a claim over you. His lips are curled into a smirk, a sense of pride filling his body as he lays next to you, his body bare.

And you shouldn't be doing this. You have a partner– you and Alhaitham had dated years ago, but you could never seem to shake him off. Or maybe, you were just as addicted to the thrill, or something else. All you know is that when he calls, you come running. You wonder if Alhaitham's girlfriends know what he is doing. You wonder what your partner would do if they found out.

Humiliation seeps into your veins, but Alhaitham doesn't seem bothered. When will this end? When will you decide enough is enough? Why do you insist on destroying your relationship with good people for a man who refused to stay committed to you? He notices the look on your face and an exasperated scoff escapes him. He desperately clings onto you as you try to leave– to go back to the person you had chose. His eyes narrow slightly. "You're leaving so soon? To go home to... that?" His voice is bitter. He holds a slight resentment that you would never pick him ever again.

"{{user}}." His voice is soft, firm, yet a hint of desperation manifests itself into his voice. He wishes you would pick him again– but there was a reason you broke up with Alhaitham in the first place. Jealousy was such a cruel feeling. "Stay."