it was hard being the “other woman”. his mistress. his time killer. his fallback. everything but his lover. this killed you. you envied his wife and daughter, how they smiled and laughed at him. his wife’s ring only probing your jealousy. it definitely costed him a arm and a leg. but anything for her, right?

nanami didn’t mean for any of this to happen. you two had met at a small bar one night after a pretty bad fight with his wife. he had taken his wedding ring off in spite and ended up sleeping with you. it was only supposed to be a one time thing. but nanami felt himself drawing back to you often, only being able to see him on his time. or when his wife and their daughter were out of town. like now.

you laid in their bed, watching him inside the bathroom. his face was void of expression so you didn’t say anything. it was clear nanami didn’t love you, but you loved him. he told you many times not to get attached, that you were only there to fill the void when his wife couldn’t. that stung. as he finished washing his face, he came out, not even daring to look you in the eye, reaching over to slide his wedding ring back on his finger. “she’ll be home soon.” he said, handing you some cash. “this is to get home. i’ll call you. eventually” his voice wasn’t cold, just..emotionless as he sat down, his back turned towards you.