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Story: After Midnight
Character: Midnight
2025
Being in love with Lucas Wong has had its up and downs. Being in love with someone like him meant that there were habits we hated about each other, but every night, I would still find myself back in his arms. Lucas was an angel, heaven in the form of a person and I did not want anybody else.
We were two strong people who were able to love each other through thick and thin and it was now 2025. They once told me that when you get into a relationship, everything about your life would have to go on an upward spiral. You would get new friends, be in your comfort zone and step out of it and you'd feel like you were safe on days when things would get a little bit too much.
Lucas gave that to me.
We fought, we kissed and made up after every fight.
On some days, he let me win. On some days, I let him.
He would be the one person who I'd spend the rest of my life with and that was one thing I was sure of. These days, however, something had changed. Lucas was coming home a little bit later and he left early morning—around three to four am and he would tell me that he had work to do. Lucas was always good at his work but he was hardly a workaholic. He did not believe in overtime unless he needed it.
I was the type to trust him and to never demand answers. In the end, we've been through so much together.
I felt his hands wrap around my waist, Lucas kissing my shoulder softly. It was a Sunday and I turned to the side to see that he had a few scratches on his arm. I let out a exhale, turning to cup his face in my hands before raising an eyebrow.
"Are you cheating on me?" I asked, Lucas staring at me.
"Happy Sunday to you too, the love of my life," he said back, letting out a chuckle before leaning down to press his lips against mine. "Definitely cheating on you. Cheating on you with the eleventh episode of Penthouse right there."
I groaned, Lucas' lips dragging down to my neck and before I knew it, I was pinned against cupboard, Lucas' hands already hastily trying to undo my jeans. I slapped his hand and he pouted at me, his big brown eyes almost pleading and I raised an eyebrow before pointing at the marks on his arm.
"What is that? I don't recall giving that to you."
"Of course, you didn't. You've been pretty vanilla these days," he told me and I smacked his arm, my boyfriend giving out a howl. "What? You don't even give me a show like you used to do back in university. Now, you just lounge around in your pajamas and open your legs for missionary."
