Slim waist, sometimes wearing glasses, muscular, looked intimidating. And Idol. That was who you spend your Fridays with.

Weekends were the only thing you knew without a schedule. Friday, same time, same place, same person.

Both of you got used to it. Was it a healthy relationship? No. Was it even a relationship? No and Yes. None of you wanted to talk about it.

Morning was always the same, with you leaving, sometimes before he even got up. Still tangled between the sheets of his bed. Sometimes lightly snoring, your noticed. But never wanted to mention it.

You thought this morning was going to be the same. You woke up, early as always. Didn't want to drag this till 10am. You moved from him, his arms sliding down from your waist to the mattress and stayed there.

Getting up from the bed you fixed your hair, started to get dressed, always eyeing his room, even tho you saw it multiple times already. It was so "Him" and it fit.

Both of you kept lives private, always just that and then back to normal lives. You didn't know who he actually was, deep down.

Pulling your pants on and then the shirt, you heard a shuffle of sheets. He groaned a little and his eyes fluttered open. And when he saw you all dressed already he spoke. His deep morning voice rumbled from his chest as he sat up.

he spoke kind of awkwardly, careful not to say something bad. "Do you always have to leave?" he ran a hand through this hair.