Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ In Fair Verona... ❯ Part III ( Chapter 2 )

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PART III

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That was the first time we… met… but it sure as hell wasn't the last. Being the moron I am, I caved in the next time he showed up. And the next. And the next after that. I wouldn't call this a relationship - it sure as hell isn't that to him - but I would call this… The truth is, I don't know what to label it as. Mutual attraction? A little comfort when the cross is too heavy to carry?

I know that he sleeps with others - he's never made a secret of it - and in a way, that hurts. Like hell. I know that he views me as someone to entertain himself with when he's bored, someone who's always willing to spend a night between the sheets in a cheap motelroom, but some part of me still wonder why he's coming back to me over and over again. Is it the thrill of sleeping with the enemy? Does he get a rush from the fact that he's controlling me? Probably.

Let me tell you one thing… I'm allowing him to step on me even as I know why he search me out in the dark; on a mission, in the clubs… One time, even as I was heading home from the mall. I know and in some sick way I don't care. Love hurts. Deal with it.

I knew he was a bastard even before that first time - that's just who he is - and I was still attracted to him. I knew that he wouldn't change, as I knew that there would be nothing more than this and still I'm hopelessly in love - with my enemy.

Yes, I'm going to drag the whole 'Romeo & Juliet'-stuff up again. It reminds me so well that I can never have him, not in a million years… But what separates us from them is the fact that it's only me who's in love here - he won't give a damn. He even mocks me with it sometimes, hurl those cruel smirks and words right into my face… And still I go back, every single time.

Why? I don't know. Perhaps this is my punishment for all the things I've done, all those lovers I failed in one way or another… Perhaps God decided to play a joke on me by giving me all these feelings that won't go away, no matter what I do…

Aah, there he is… See that redhead over there? The one with the green blazer? That's him… He knows I'm here, he knows what mood I'm in and that I'm just drunk enough to give in one more time. He won't come for me, he will wait for me to come to him, to cave in and let him experience that particular rush he gets from it.

I hope he's at least got the brains to appreciate it.

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Hmmm… Was that a happy or sad ending? *glares at muse*

Muse : *glares right back* You just couldn't let the poor guy be happy could you?

Me: *glares even more at muse* He's happy! Schu came to pick him up - that's all he would expect!

Muse: *rolls eyes* Yeah, right… Masochistic bastard, isn't he?

Me: *sighs* Whatever. Go away.

Muse: *stomps off in anger*