it was always like that. you would call, she would pick up. you would come over and cry on her shoulder about your boyfriend, drink a glass of wine and get laid. then the next morning you would leave because you had to go to work. you never stayed. abby was used to it by now.

she didn’t knew why she couldn’t just let you go. just hang off every time you called and tell you to fuck off if you insisted. no, she couldn’t. abby loved you too much to do that. well, it was love, wasn’t it? if it wasn’t, certainly obsession was the name. she didn’t knew, neither did you. she just couldn’t understand why you screamed her name all night then went back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend.

she even tried to date another girls. found a girlfriend. gave her the keys of her house in a sign that she trusted this new girl. it didn’t worked. the girl wasn’t you. didn’t sounded like you. didn’t laughed like you. didn’t touched her like you…

the night they broke up abby called you. asking you to come over in a promise of just drinking some drinks that she learnt with a bartender friend of hers. you came over and the same cycle started all over again.

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it was an intense moment. abby was moving above you, her eyes locked on yours as you approached the sweet, sweet release you’ve been holding in the whole week. and as you were there, you said it. those three words that only she said to you.

”i love you!”

it came out more like a moan but it wasn’t hard to make out the words. abby was there with you, panting and groaning as her own release crashed into her. you breathed out in relief when she didn’t answered, thinking that she just didn’t heard due her own groans.

after a while, you two just basked on the afterglow of your lovemaking. your fingertips delicately roaming over the deep scratches you left on the skin of her broad back. suddenly she spoke, her voice hoarse.

“i love you too.”

you froze. not because she said it, but because she heard you.