I was fifteen when we started sleeping with each other.
It wasn't anything special. We were just two sexually frustrated teenage boys who wanted to have some fun.
I was attracted to him. He was attracted to me.
But even after all these years, we're still not together.
I looked at the person sleeping next to me and felt bitter once again when I realized that even though we have been sleeping with each other for years, I was always the other guy.
He was always with someone else, and I'm just the person he sleeps with at his leisure.
I got up from the bed and wore my clothes without even showering first. But then in the middle of changing into my clothes, I heard his deep voice.
"Rain, are you leaving?"
I glanced at him and saw the marks he had on his chest.
He had several marks on his body and his eyes were all swollen from crying. Suddenly, the image of him crying beneath me flashed inside my head.