This is totally random and I have no idea if it works - inspired by … you know who you are ;)

Brown sugar and Insecurities

It came on suddenly, and it was so odd, so unexpected, that it threw you. Brown sugar? Why was everybody suddenly so obsessed with brown sugar? There was this one day last week when Gwen had requested it in her coffee as opposed to her usual sugar-substitute crap. And then everyone was on it. Even Owen.

Even Jack.

For no reason other than 'everyone else was so I thought I'd give it a go'. It's just a fad, and you know it, but it bothers you. Apparently it's meant to be healthier than white, and it tastes 'exotic and fruity' according to the packet, but how can that change the habits of a lifetime? You're sure they'll be over it and back to normal within the month, but that sort of bothers you too.

This whole 'moving on' thing never really sat comfortably with you. Well, there was … there was Lisa. And you don't think you ever really 'moved on' from her – you just sort of accepted it. It took a while, but that's how it works, isn't it? You love someone, something happens, you move on and, if you're lucky, repeat the process until you're worn thin, like an old carpet that's had one too many pairs of shoes scuffed across it – forlorn and forgotten.

And that's what's going to happen to you – you can see it already. That's what's going to happen to you when Jack moves on. When he gets bored, or when you die – one or the other. Because, see, in your heart of hearts you think that you're just another fad to him. Like brown sugar, healthy eating and exercise. And he'll keep it up for a few weeks, months, years, but soon enough he'll get bored, or find something new, more interesting, better.

And you'll lose him.

Because he's flighty like that – not fickle, not unfaithful – just controlled by his emotions, impulsive. Or that's what you keep telling yourself when he stumbles into your flat at one in the morning smelling of whisky and cheap perfume.

So you'd best make the most of it while you have him, because you never know when he'll be gone. You never know how much time you have left. So you walk up to his office, stirring brown sugar into the coffee cup you hold, and leave half an hour later with a smile on your face and a spring in your step.

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