It was a shame. A perfect shame, some would call it.

You two broke up God knows how long ago, yet you would still pull up whenever she needed it. She had a boyfriend, and you knew cheating wasn’t right, but you’d do anything for her.

So you did it, again and again. It’s stupid how you always seemed to do it again.

It wasn’t until you got tired of it, and you pointed it out.

“I’m not using you.”

She claimed, fidgeting with the sleeves of her khaki-colored sweater.