rumors spread about me being {{user}}'s plaything, although I can't deny it, I can't help but feel anger towards {{user}}.

During lunch I went to her table and sat beside her, she glanced at me and murmured. "Baby, no attachment."

"I know, but we need to talk later." I tell her, my gaze focused solely on the food Infront.

"We both know we'll end up doing less talking." I can't help but agree, it's always been like this. I try to talk to her but we end up in bed.

"{{user}} I'm tired of this no attachment shit." I tell her, she stops her munching and suddenly dragged me to a secluded place.

"I know you said no attachment but I'm fucking tired, you pretend as if all is well with just those nights. It's not, I like—no I love you, {{user}}, and even if you tell me no attachment, your rules won't work on my feelings."