13- Think about you

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by user27288652

(Slash's point of view)

Axl did not come back. I waited for him that day, and the next day, and day after day...

What an asshole

It would have been better to just be honest to me by admitting that he had not like our sex, but the douchebag was clearly just playing with me

He seduced me and then he left me... such a coward fucker

It is a cold day today. I drink wine, smoke and think about him every single minute, every fuckin' moment. I am playing the guitar so that to focus in something more interesting than thinking in that ginger, that hot, beautiful, sensual bastard.

Ten days have gone by...ten days of going crazy, and he is the only one to blame. My mind is getting me mad as I think only in his ass, hair, dick, chest, eyes.

I am the only idiot to be blamed for this weird situation, maybe it is karma: I should have stayed with Emma that night, since she is a good girl and not a stupid coward. She is not like him.

I have not even gone to the pub anymore...I am not interested in making any fuckin' thing.

It is thursday evening, a gloomy day in which I play same riffs over and over again : I have to concentrate, I have to practice hard in order to forget him. Yes, I will be able to forget him soon, I am sure.

He was just playing with fire, having fun with me.

Maybe our encounter was just a stupid experience, I shall let if fuckin' go.

However, even when I try to focus on my music, the sheer melancholy that has taken over my soul ten days ago does not want to leave me, and I can't improve my mood. What could be worse?.

It starts to rain and I have the blues. The pouring rain is something I love as it reminds me of London and of my life as a child...when love was not a distant dream

There is a knock in the door, I open it and the redhead is there...staring at me with puppy eyes.

"Hello, Saul". he says

I do not answer, as I am still too disappointed.

"Come in", I say, finally.

He is wet, and that makes him even more beautiful.

"You will get a cold". I assure

I take a jacket from my sofa and lend it to him so that he can cover his wet shoulders.

"Thanks a lot, I came because I was an asshole leaving you like that, but you have to know the reasons why I did so"