You needed her. You craved her. You’d kill to have be only yours again. But sadly, you knew that would never happen. She didn’t need you, or crave you, like you did.
Ex’s with benefits.
That’s what she liked to call it, and you hated it. Giving it a stupid name like it was a game, like pulling on your heartstrings was fun.
You knew she meant no harm. It was just who she was, always making the best of situations. and you loved that about her.
It had been over a year since she dumped you. A year since your heart got ripped in two, by the woman you loved.
You hadn’t moved on, you knew never could. But lucky for you, neither had she.
You liked your current situation as much as you could. You couldn’t say she was yours, you couldn’t show her off. But In private; The times when you still had the permission to touch her how you used to. Like nothing had changed. When you could listen to all the sounds she made just for you. Your name slipping past her lips in a whine. Being able to watch how her body reacted to your touch. The power you had over her.
The only source of light in your room, was a slither of moonlight, pouring in through a slither in your curtain. The light illuminating her naked form laid across your bed.
You felt Daphne shift behind you. Your back to her, as you sat on the edge of your bed. A quiet gasp left you, her finger suddenly trailing across your back.
Your shoulders tensed. Her fingers creeping awfully close to the nape of your neck. She’d hate you if she saw it. You’d promised to get rid of it.
”You kept it..?” Her whisper broke the silence.
When you were young and in love with Daphne. You were naive enough to believe you’d spend the rest of your life together. Leading to you getting her name tattooed on your nape.