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It was all going well. To me at least. I still don't understand why. After all those warm nights with each other's company, laughing afternoons away, sharing secrets, giggling together like a couple of high school kids over homemade dinner, and having those passionate nights together, he just took off and left.
Well, it's not like it was out of the blue; I just didn't expect him to leave like that. After one fiery kiss, one that filled me with a thousand suns, scorching my skin with addicting lust and admiration, setting both my heart and body ablaze. A few determined touches that knew how to unbind and reshape the very core of my being. One last raging, impassioned moment with him that had joined both our hearts and bodies, leaving permanent scorch marks. Each print serving as a reminder of the reverence he once held for me.
His warm body finally rested beside mine for one last time. until morning came and I was struck by the absence of the flame, which had brightened my very being. One that highlighted every imperfection whilst also adoring it. One that gave me warmth on the coldest nights.
I woke up to an empty bed, an empty house, and an empty being. I was left as a husk. Why do I feel this way? It's not like we were anything more. Sure, I liked him like any close friend would, but we were never like that. We would just fool around, practice on each other, support each other, and be close but not that close. He always adored me, wanting to be by my side at all times. He was my greatest supporter; he needed me. He'll be back surely, right? There's nothing different about this night than the other nights.
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I would've loved for that to have been true.
It's been a month now. Work is fine as usual, but no comforting welcome from him, just a simple nod—that's all. He doesn't beam with joy at the mention of my name anymore; his face only twists into a look of regret and bitterness. I've tried talking to him, I have, but it's no use. Instead of worshipping the ground I walk on, he acts like I'm some regular old civilian. Who does he think he is?? Ignoring THE Gamma Jack?? I don't need him; I never did. The long nights with his company have weakened me. I never needed him. I can have anyone I want; it doesn't matter at all!! So, calling him to grab a couple drinks should be fine. I'm not asking for him back, just reducing him back to what he was before. A mere co-worker, that's all. Two can play at that game, Simon. I'll call him up tonight.
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God, what the hell am I doing?? How dare I lose control of myself over a more pathetic man who possesses more insecurities than I? Not calling will just make me even weaker than before; I have to call him. Not for me but for him.
I pick up the phone and dial in his number. It felt like that very same night I did for the first time. The phone rings.
"... hello?"
He sounds exhausted, half-dead, and probably drunk (which is weird for him since he's not big on drinking.)
"Hey, uh, Simon... I was wondering if you'd like to... you know, go for a couple drinks or spend the night over sometime soon. I haven't seen you in a while; I was wondering what you were up to."
The time he takes to respond feels like an eternity.
"Urgh, Jack, no. I can't, and I don't want to. I'm sorry." He hangs up, just like that.
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It's been 6 months since then. Work stays the same. Gamma Jack and Gazerbeam, the hot new team that was introduced about a year and a half ago, have slowly grown apart. Reduced to nothing but co-workers compared to the inseparable pair who loved to display their inseparable bond. Who would guess?? It doesn't matter that much anyway; Gazer doesn't seem to care much. He's even found a new 'partner in crime.'
Another jockey idiot who has an ego unbelievable for a grown man to carry.Another dimwit super with fire powers. How pathetic. Just seeing them in a team makes my blood boil and my body burn. This isn't that familiar, comforting burn, but rather something bitter and nauseating, which has melted my skin and bones. It infested my inner being like a virus, begging to be let out to destroy anything else organic. I'll find other ways to entertain myself. I have before, and I can do it again. Gamma Jack always worked solo for a reason.