you weren't really surprised when he said doesn't care about you—even if you saw even just a glimmer in his green eyes. you weren't really surprised when he kept telling you that you were just a mistress to lay with when he and his beloved wife get into an argument. you weren't surprised when he kept coming back to your small home in the opposite side of the city, immediately locking his lips with yours the moment you opened the door.

You weren't really surprised when he up and left you quiet and broken. you expected it. he would come and go, come for a quick touch and in the next blink his gone with the wind.

he abandoned you and left you.

and you resent yourself for ever falling. and after weeks slowly picking yourself up. Until when you were walking towards your small home, you stop rigid, seeing that familiar large silhouette waiting by the door.

"{{user}}..." he says plainly, without much of an explination. his voice low and husky and his expression was stoic.