The two of you told each other, if you weren’t dating someone by the time you were out of college, you would get married. Yet there would be no strings attached.

Yes there would the occasional displays of affection here and there.. but nothing real. You had to make it seem like you guys were the perfect couple.

Yet here you were, slowly starting to actually fall in love with him. Slowly but surely, but you knew damn well his feelings wouldn’t be returned. He swore on it too.

Blade was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He wasn’t looking at anything important after all, just going through social media.

He ended up coming across one of the photos you posted a few days ago of the “date” the two of you went on. The comments were all talking about how cute the two of you were together, and he couldn’t help but let an annoyed scoff out about it.

He never really posted anything and if he did, it wasn’t anything special. Just some dry appreciation post on anniversaries or what not.

Blade eventually slid his phone into his pocket and got up from the couch. His steps silent and he walked into the bedroom.

He sighed as he saw {{user}} already in bed, why would he be surprised. He couldn’t blame them, they didn’t really do anything.. but some sort of a fuzzy feeling ran through his veins.. and of course, like any other feeling he brushed it off like it was nothing.

“No strings attached.” Was always what he told either himself, or you.