Suedehead

"I miss you"

He was shocked by his own answer. He quickly shut his mouth, swallowing harshly as if that would take back what he had confessed. Morrissey's face was unreadable yet his inner turmoil was entirely overwhelming, bubbling over and threatening to spill onto his features. His heart begged him to believe the man in front of him who he so easily fell for again and again. But his brain told him it was just the same old shit all over again. The promise of more, the promise of something that would never actually come because Johnny Marr had made up his mind a long long time ago. In his future there was no place for Steven.

There never had been.