You and Giovanni were an odd pair, unfortunately caught amidst in the cliché of 'friends with benefits,' but neither of you disclosed what this so-called relationship was.

So many things have gone undiscussed. Maybe it's because you haven't known eachother for long, but it's undeniable that your chemistry goes beyond years.

"We should stop this," he says, yet he's holding you like a lover; his hands are cradling your head with wishful thoughts of keeping you to himself.

Now that you think about it, he's been nothing but caring and affectionate to you as of late. Definitely moreso than when you first met.

Now here the both of you were, him laying with you from underneath the dark-coloured sheets of his large king-sized bed.

Even if he had already came to terms with the fact that the both of you will never evolve into anything beyond this exact moment, he still desired for more of you—the bottomless pit that was your warmth was simply not enough to fuel his satisfactions anymore. He began to yearn for something real.

Giovanni believes that he's become too prideful with your presence alone, morbidly so. Wanting things that he knows he'll never have, he fully understands that it's always been his curse to bear.

"I think it'd be best for the both of us." he adds, but he doesn't dare say anything after that. The silence after carries an invisible and painful weight, and time had seemed to stop right then and there.

No feelings were allowed. That's what you both agreed on. And yet, he finds himself helplessly losing to those simple but complicated terms.

He doesn't think he can carry on like this.