IN THE LONELY HOUR

Stay.

Track three: Stay with me

(Danger: slight nsfw-it was short anyway, and nsff)

It's not a good look, gain some self-control

And deep down I know this never works

But you can lay with me so it doesn't hurt.

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Giggles erupted from the kitchen where they ate whatever Hannah had in the kitchen(which was just leftover Mac and cheese, in-n-out take out and, lucky enough, a bottle of clear alcohol Hannah had been saving for "emergencies.") and a laptop, watching updates from their friends whether it be collaborations to favorites, it sure gave them something to make their day brighter.

From sharing stories in a proximity of what you'd call "too close" on a sofa outstretched from the wall to the other end, to sharing open mouthed kisses, lying on the wooden floorboards. Grace, as the aggressive one, would straddle the short woman and lift her up to the wall. Ever so slightly, the noises evolve. sensual grunts leading on to soft moans leading on to helpless whimpering leading on to-

A blur.

Broken hearted, lonely, drunk and confused. Those were excuses likely to be used.

In the morning, the early bird catches the worm. Fear being the metaphorical worm.

In the morning, there will be questions that tall woman would ask.

Why. Why did we do this? Why did /you/ do this?

How. How could you? How dare you?

What. What made you do this? What were you thinking?

You, the short woman would reply. In a sort of angry tone, but really, she wasn't angry.

There was just a pang of guilt and pain. The mixture of emotions were familiar. Ah, yes.

The times she had left girl after girl after girl.

Only this time she wanted this one to stay. Stay in the covers where both would spoon. Stay in the sheets until again comes the moon.

Hannah winces and looks up with sorrowful ocean blues.

"Stay with me" her voice barely above a whisper.

The tears well in her eyes, yet this showed no encouragement to Grace. The face full of cold fury that almost feels merciless, turns around and she was mad.

And she doesn't. She doesn't stay even if she wanted to.

The next event was predictable.

√ Track Four. Leave your lover.