Mitchie Torres.

You had a habit of making me cry. You did.

I don't know why, I really don't.

Was it on purpose? Was it just me being overemotional?

When I screamed at you with the tears running, and you stormed off,

he would always stop by and hold me tight.

Just hold me, until the end of the night.

He would whisper sweet nothings and lullabies in my ear.

He would make me forget about the world for a minute.

He would make me forget about you for just a second.

I liked that, I did.

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Sometimes you would even lie to me. You did.

I knew it. I'm not as stupid as you might think I am.

But could I blame you? Could I really?

No. I don't think so. Wouldn't that just make me a fucking hypocrite?

But still, when I caught you in a lie, I would tell what a jerk you were.

I would leave, and run all the way to his place.

He would calm med down, tell me that everything was okay.

He would always do that after a nasty fight.

He would make me forget about the world for a minute.

He would make me forget about you for just a second.

I liked that, I did.

-

You always came home late. You did.

I get that. You're a rock star. (pft, pop star would be more like it.)

I would sit at home, and wonder where you were.

Your interview ended two hours ago, but you were nowhere to be seen.

Not even a single phone call would you give me.

Now that, I didn't get. He would always call.

Tell me don't worry, you were on your way.

We would talk until you walked through the door.

He would make me forget about the world for a minute.

He would make me forget about you for just a second.

I liked that, I did.

-

You always acted your own jerky way. You did.

You would snap at me, every chance you got.

You would act all protective in public, but when we came home, you wouldn't even look at me.

Did I disgust you that much?

Everyone said I had changed you. But I hadn't.

You wouldn't even touch me anymore.

You were repelled by me. But he wasn't.

He would make me forget about the world for a minute.

He would make me forget about you for just a second.

I liked that, I did.

-

And you did cheat on me. You did.

You weren't even discreet about it. The lipstick marks on your collar,

and the unfamiliar perfume were both a dead giveaway.

You would come home and act like everything was normal.

But it wasn't. And yet, I couldn't confront you with it.

I still couldn't believe that our relationship was a dead end.

I wouldn't believe it. So I confided in him.

He would make me forget about the world for a minute.

He would make me forget about you for just a second.

I liked that, I did.

-

But you loved me. You did.

You would hold me tight, through the night. You would

wrap your arms around me and kiss me goodbye.

Place your lips on my forehead, and whisper in my ear that

you thought I was beautiful. Say I was the only one for you.

You would buy me flowers, for no reason at all.

Stand up to your friends and say, this is my girlfriend,

and I love her. But he was always standing in the shadows.

Behind the curtain.

He would make me forget about the world for a minute.

He would make me forget about you for just a second.

I liked that, I did.

A/N: Hey guys. So this is not just a oneshot, actually. You might thought it was, but it's a five-shot. I think. Maybe I'll ad a extra. I know this is different, and maybe hard to understand, but I just got the idea. I hope you guys like it. Please review. [: