In the End

"Where are you going" Florence gather the bedsheets around her slender body. Tired and sore from their time in the sheets.

"Home." Alfie grunts, turning to pull on his boxers. His jeans and belt quickly follows.

"I thought you would stay." Florence leans up, crawling towards the end of the bed as he turns to face her. She reaches out to try and catch his hand.

"This is just sex remember. That's all it will ever be". Alfie leans down, picking up his shirt and evading her hand. "You didn't think I was serious?"

She rolls her lip into her mouth, and bites down hard to stop the tears from spilling. Hands disappointedly falling back into her lap. "I didn't."

Alfie starts for the doorway, a laugh on his lips. "Well...I was."

This was always their routine.