Defining your relationship with Leon is complicated.

He comes and goes from your life as if it were his own home, no commitments, nothing serious, he made that clear from the start.

Even so, you let your imagination run wild, thinking that at some point he'd change his mind and want something real.

It didn't happen. Stupid.

He never talks about himself, you don't know much about his life, only that his job keeps him away for periods of time, and when he's not, you're there to comfort him, of course, because that's all you are, something he has readily available.

You're sick of feeling this way, something accessible that Leon can use whenever he pleases, when his job isn't in the way, when there's nothing more interesting in his life.

No more, this was the last time, you tell yourself.

But here you are again, burying your face in the pillow.

The room is dimly lit, Leon's grunts behind you. "Fuck." He murmurs in your ear, gripping your hip.