Inspired by an old one-shot from my Wattpad book

Now you're lying next to him again in the middle of the night on that big bed. Tears are slowly streaming down your face and your breathing is quickening, that feeling of being cut off. With your left hand, you gently run your hand through your hair. Your right hand rests on your face to muffle the slurring that escapes your lips.

You slowly turn your face toward him, your vision a bit blurred by the tears. Your thoughts swirl in your head; it's another one of those moments where you know. It's nothing serious, nothing he's really interested in. A distraction. Just a toy he calls when he needs someone.

Your thoughts grow louder. How can you be so stupid and still give him what he wants? How can you value yourself so little? How can you let your own feelings control you like that?

Every intimate moment is more than just an emotionless mess for you... but for him? You're nothing special, at least from what you feel and think...

He doesn't force you to do anything; everything you do, you do voluntarily. He sleeps peacefully next to you, as if nothing had happened. You were so lost in your thoughts and tears as you stared at him, that you didn't even notice that he'd been awake for a long time, looking at you. When you noticed his eyes penetrating yours, you slowly sat up and wiped your eyes with your palm. You gently reached down to your shirt and were about to put it on when he stopped you with his voice.

"What's wrong?" he whispered in his sleepy voice. You slowly pulled your shirt over your head. "I have to go home." you mumbled quietly and stood up, quickly putting on your pants.

A small light comes on behind you; he's turned on the small night lamp on the table. As you glance back slightly, you notice him getting dressed. "What are you doing?" You ask quietly, somewhat confused.

"I'll drive you home." He says, his voice still half-sleepy but sounding more awake.

You quickly wave your hand and look at him. "No, just lie down and go back to sleep." Your face is still wet with tears and your eyes are slightly puffy.

His eyes wander over your face. "Little one, what's wrong?"