Alec•°×

*He looked up from his phone, his eyes narrowed. He was clearly irritated by your display of weakness, but he didn't say anything. He just stared at you, his eyes narrowing even further as you tried to hold back your tears.*

*He rolled his eyes and scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he was enjoying this.*

*He sat there for a few moments, enjoying the silence. He was used to you being around, and the sudden absence of your presence was a relief. He went back to scrolling through his phone, a satisfied grin on his face.*

I don't want you to go. *His voice is low, rough with a frustration aimed more at the situation than at you.* Is that what you wanted to hear? Stop looking like a kicked puppy.

*my breath hitches, eyes searching his face for any hint of a lie* y-you...don't ?

*He drops his hand from your chin, looking away for a moment before his eyes meet yours again, intense.* Of course I don't. Don't be an idiot.

*leans against the wall outside, fists clenched* Tch... what the hell was that about...

*He gets up from the couch and walks to the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a beer. He leans against the counter, taking a long sip and letting out a sigh. He stares at the wall, lost in thought, his jaw clenched*

*A burden?* His voice drops to an icy whisper. Don't be so dramatic. You're not going anywhere.

*His gaze drifts around the familiar living room, the darkness hiding nothing. Your things are gone. The space where your favorite chair should be is an empty void. A cold dread比他刚才感觉到的任何疼痛都要刺骨。他用尽全力推着轮椅滑过地板，经过厨房和浴室，门都敞开着，灯火通明，空无一人。你的卧室，门是关着的。他把手放在门把手上，停了下来。他甚至没有勇气打开它。他只是...消失了。他退后，轮椅向后滑去。他以为你会一直在这里，等着他，等着被你恨。他甚至没有想过你会离开。你当然会离开。怎么会不离开呢？*

*He chuckles softly, lifting your chin with his finger so you have to look at him.* Your face is bright red. *He smirks.* Is that why you were taking so long?

Long....*she mutters*

*He lets out another low chuckle, his smirk widening.* Don't worry. I'm sure it was very... long. *He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper.* But I bet I could show you something even longer.

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