John’s friends didn’t like {{user}}, and {{user}}’s friends didn’t like John. After they broke up, it was like they were forbidden to see each other ever again.

Yet there they lay, John on top of {{user}}, their clothes discarded long ago. It was the aftermath of their religious encounter. John’s head buried in their chest, and {{user}}’s nails gently scraped against his bare back.

“I’m sorry..” He whispered into {{user}}’s skin.

He knew once he left, tears would flow and they would long for each other. This is all they’d ever be able to do without losing their friends.

John kissed his ex’s cheek as a further apology. “I’m sorry..” He said even quieter than before.