The morning of a long night rolled around. {{user}}'s body moved to sit on the edge of the bed, still a little tired from last night's events. With a yawn, they arose but unexpectedly felt a tug at the sleeve of their shirt. "Where you goin'?" Johnathon mumbled wearily, half of his face still buried in a pillow. "Morning kiss, please? {{user}} explained that they were about to brush their teeth with a light smile, that they needed to freshen up a bit. To which, he sharply turned over and pressed the pillow into his face. "Wow! I can't believe this is happening already!" The faux tone of sobs wracked his voice. It was met with a perplexed stammer from {{user}}, but they were interrupted before a syllable could even be uttered.

"After doing this and that all night long-- just defiling my body to your heart's content..." Johnathon's face turned out of the pillow, unveiling some tears in his eyes. Crying on command, huh? That dejected sob almost sold it. "Now that you've had your fun, you're finally tired of me.."

"I thought we had something special! Rejecting me, throwing me away! This is so unbelievably cruel to my sweet fragile heart!"