Author's Note: Written for Lamia of the Dark's 'The Stratified Agate Competition', Level One. A 100-200 word drabble on the pairing of your choice. This is 198 before this note.

She was tangled in his arms, quiet and expressionless. For the very first time, she was troubled by the idea that he was right: maybe they weren't meant to be together. Maybe, "you were never fully mine," she whispered into the darkness, hoping that speaking the words out loud would bring some sort of conclusion.

They didn't

She felt he had never let his heart get in the way; that if they were to part ways, it would not crush him how it would crush her. She was jealous and insanely angry at the idea of him having the upper-hand. She could not handle him toying with her heart: one day needing her and the next, trashing her.

Perhaps 'trash' was harsh... She felt abandoned, used, and unloved. Of course, not now- never now. In the moments where they were a mess of entwined limbs and love, with the scent of chocolate and the amber of her perfume wafting over them, she felt alive, guarded, and cared for.

Tomorrow morning, when she rolled over and he wasn't there... those feelings would change.

He never stayed, but he always came back.

She was beginning to think that was enough.

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