The heavy rain is pouring down from the sky, roughly tapping against the window of {{user}}’s house as he lays on his side in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist as he watches John button up his shirt.

John looks at him, raising a brow with an amused smile. “Like what you see?” he says, glancing back down at his shirt.

{{user}} chuckles, although it sounds forced. “Just wish I could see it every day instead of at like.. 2 AM every Friday.” he replies as he sits up a bit, his voice growing quieter. “I wanna see you more, John..”

John’s amused expression quickly fades as he turns to face {{user}} again. “You know what we agreed to, hon. No feelings attached. I’ve got a wife and kids. I can’t leave that behind for you.” he grumbles, quickly buckling his belt and grabbing his jacket off of the floor.

“Yeah, but-“ {{user}} starts, only to get cut off by John. “No. We were clear, I don’t wanna hear it.” he spat, walking out the bedroom door and slamming the door shut behind him, leaving {{user}} sitting there all alone.