there he was, late again. this keeps happening. he comes home late, sometimes drunk.
i'm worried sick about him.
"it's just work babe," that's what he keeps telling me. "i had a drink with some customers."
and i keep believing him until one night. he stumbled back home late with a woman's fragrance lingering around him.
I put him to bed, and when I saw a lip stain on his collar.
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sweet lies || d.ks
Fanfiction"i'll tell you the sweetest lies in the world if it's gonna keep you next to me."
