Art cred to @beetlesjuiice on twitter!

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Since the very beginning, you knew it was a bad idea.

You shouldn’t have even thought about it, should have known better than to get involved with him.

Yet you did.

Maybe it was the quiet hope that he wouldn’t be this way forever. That somewhere, buried beneath the steel and restraint he wore like armor, he might soften. You told him you were okay with it — with the distance, with the way he carried the weight of everything alone — but a part of you still believed that maybe, somehow, you could change him.

Too intimate to be friends.

Yet far too undefined to be lovers.

Your eyes drifted toward the towering glass windows soft patters of rain thudding against the glass drawing your attention as you rise to your feet, overlooking the endless glow of Nueva York. Neon lights flickered across the skyline, traffic humming far below like a restless heartbeat.

The city never slept.

And neither, it seemed, did the man you had tied yourself to.

You weren’t looking for answers anymore.

But somewhere deep in your gut, the feeling lingered.

How much longer could you keep waiting for him?

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