Some life lessons hurt more than others.
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Required Words: Melancholy and/or Euphoria
Word Count 184
Forbidden Words: Sub, Subservient
Really?
Really
Why?
I’m tired.
Then rest.
I can never sleep enough.
Then leave
Where to? He’ll
always find me.
We can hide.
We? I can’t pull you
in to this.
I’m already in. I
love you.
You just think you do.
Isn’t that my choice?
No, it’s mine. I get
to choose if you love me.
Then what am I feeling?
Misplaced hope.
But we’ve…
I know. You’ve made
me cum, I’ve felt you inside me a thousand times, I’ve been filled and fucked
and enjoyed it all, but it’s not enough, the euphoria is gone. Reality is back.
Why can’t I love you?
Because then I am responsible for you, for us, you for me,
me for you. I can’t handle that.
I mean nothing to you?
NO! a million times no.
You mean everything to me. You
kept me alive, made me laugh, cry, and gave me a reason to wake up. But I must
go. The melancholia beckons, the final
destination approaches.
Go fuck yourself. I
gathered my things and logged out.
Advice? Never fall in
love with a camgirl.
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I don't have a FFF picture for next week. Max hasn't returned and no one seems to be joining in, so this might be the last for a bit. If anyone has a picture and a prompt, I'll post it.
