“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.”

Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but s*x and I wanted nothing more than to.

I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again.

He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand, and conquering all over the world in the other.

Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show me how to love.

You Can Call Me

　　He finishes his glass of water and puts it down while he wipes his upper lip. "because... If I let you go, you might not talk to me anymore." He says.


　　I look down at my fingers on top of my lap.


　　"You blocked me didn't you? That's why you don't respond to my texts anymore." He adds.


　　I take a deep breath in and exhale.


　　"I think I'll take a shower." I say as I look back at him.


　　I stand from the chair while his eyes were penetrating to my skin. "Can I?" I ask.


　　He nods then stands from his chair and walks me to his bathroom. We were both quiet again and the second I reached the bathroom's threshold, I didn't want to look back at him so I rushed my way inside and locked the door.


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