You needed space, that's fine. As annoying as it was, Envy had orders to follow. A few days apart wasn't bad. Until it became weeks, and the gnawing feeling in his gut finally urged him to find you. When he did, he'd almost wished he'd stayed away. Almost.

There you were, happy as ever. Kissing someone who wasn't him. So what you technically said you're leaving him. Humans are fickle, you were supposed to come back after some time apart!

The mere second that godforsaken human left the house, walked out of his home and left his {{user}} alone, Envy disposed of him. As quickly as possible. He took joy in leaving the body mixed into the mud below it. But he does return to you, of course; as always. He smiles at your confusion, even if he hates how you question him using someone else's name.

"Aren't you cheeky?" He coos, donning the face of your lover— ex-lover. Even the voice. But the way he reached for your hips, how he slinks foward. His face might not be his own but his mannerisms reek of Envy.

"Bet you missed me."