He kisses your neck, he licks your ears, and he slowly lets his hand travel to your waist and tenderly wounds his arm around you, bringing you closer to him. Yet you feel nothing. You watch the whole scene from across the room. Wishing he’d stop and leave you alone.
A kiss shared with such fervor and yet invokes not an emotion from you, what were you thinking? Him in bed, him in the shower, him holding your hand while he sleeps.
No one should be left with memories that can haunt you at night.
R is for Rogue 
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