Jordan sighed, looking out from his balcony. He lived in a tiny apartment, with two rooms and one bathroom. He also had a cat. He took out a cigarette and a lighter. The way the cigarette touched his lips had him begging for more.
It happened like it was a punch to his face. Actually, it was. A kiss to the fist. Where was his cat, anyway? Jordan shrugged, giving a small chuckle as his eyes watered.
*Flashback*
Jordan had just pulled into his lover's driveway, grabbing the piece of cake from his work. He unlocked the door, and noticed how eerily silent it was, aside from the shower running. He decided to surprise his boyfriend, and quietly opened the bathroom door. What he saw that day was not what he'd expect in a million years. His boyfriend was fucking some younger kid. "What?," Was all that he could manage to get out, eyes watering.
He ripped open the shower curtains, and surprised his boyfriend so much, that he punched him. The younger boy screamed, trying to cover himself. "Fuck you, Ray. I hope you rot one day," Jordan looked at the boy and smiled, blood dripping out his nose, "This guy... right? I hope you two are happy together."
Jordan still had the bruise, and for some reason, he hopes it never goes away. He felt something soft touch his arm, and he smiled.
"Ah, there you are, my little kitty cat."
