based off of the song 505 by the Arctic Monkeys
He knew they were bad for each other, though he always came back... he needed her. She was his 505. No matter the interval between the pair, whether that be a flight across the atlantic or a 45 minute drive. For when he found his quest, the reason for his intimate drive - a song of lust that calls directly to his heart and soul - the journey becomes a source of adrenaline rather than any destination. He always hoped to find her lounging on her side, hands between her thighs, a frequent sign of one sleeping alone. From this outlook, he was perpetually possessive. He relished in the perception that she stays up thinking of him. Only him. His image stuck behind her eyelids. Diurnal he would spend nights desperately trying to convince himself she wants hims equally as much as he wants her. She bites her lip, eyes everywhere but on him. Till he moves closer with those eyes that look so deeply upon her own, "Don't look at me like that, my darling, we're in public." Her breathing becomes softer, the pensive look melting into a sort of seduction. Her body squirms just a little as her muscles between her petite frame tense. That gaze of his, she knows, she'll never find in another man, as if in that moment their desires have made a bridge. Her touch, whether that's round his neck or embraced around his broad torso, was the magic he needed to keep going until their next connection. It was as if together they were a new kind of energy. He was her spark and she was his. Before his stroke every nerve in her body and brain is electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible. Though all is different after the night has given way to the day. She wasnt so shy of a spark, conversation was easily evoked into a dispute between the pair; Not measuring up to her desires was what caused him the most pain, that feeling of twisting the knife. It reminded him of what he feared most, the end. He can't though. He loves her? She's his 505, a rebound you might say. A source of escapism. Nevertheless, this denial of the truth was the origin of his pain, a bark harsher than the bite. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The care and suffering he feels immensely worsens. He can't stand to see her cry, it kills him to see her sad. Yet he knows she is this way because of his own agitation, the end. A new day comes though this time she greets him with goodbyes, once again. She explicated how the life he lived was not one she could settle in once more. So there he goes, although this time he is across from his 505. Finding a different quest, a different reason, all for a new journey; He does so reminding himself of her smile. An image he will without fail keep in mind.
