the moonlight filtered through the small window in Steve’s bedroom, casting a pale glow around the room. you slid off his bed, the duvet rustling beneath you as you gathered up your clothing, pulling it on hastily in a desperate attempt to save some of your vulnerability. swallowing thickly, you risked sparing him a glance, your eyes landing on his half naked figure under the sheets, already snoring. tears pricked in your eyes, gathering on your bottom eyelashes. you felt so used. so unwanted and disposable. you didn’t even get a goodbye, but you should be used to this by now. it’s casual. that’s all it is and all it ever will be. but why did it hurt so bad?