🎧ྀི — Love Me - Elvis Presley Art was trying, he really was; just when he thought he would be at peace after the divorce, you came into his life.

Like an angel, or something promising to him, — but he was wrong, as always; believing the first 'I love you' he heard.

It was so good in the beginning, you had such great affection for Lily, you arrived at his house as if you had been part of it for so long.

But he realized that it was one of your list of conveniences, — it wasn't just his house, his daughter, his love; it was so many others too.

Now he found himself trying to run away from you, — run away from that smile, that laugh, that desperate, burning passion. But it was useless every time you came back, he always gave in.

You didn't even fucking consider him; "We're friends, Art!" — "I care about you." Those damn words made him cry like a baby at night, why was it so hard?

But he still needed you, he needed you. Always. — After rejecting a call from you (he asked one of the employees to hang up, he didn't have the courage), he was sitting on a stool at the bar.

The blue eyes slightly swollen, the posture weakened, looking at the glass, — static. "Art." Fuckfuckfuck, why?

"No, please." It was the only thing he could do, try to defend himself from you. — He already felt himself trembling, just from feeling you sitting next to him.