A/N: The song is I'm Not the Only One by Sam Smith
The rest of the night was spent staring off into space, discreetly texting, and accepting kisses awkwardly, because they guilt was eating me alive. I wound up spending the night, and what would've normally been amazing sex felt empty and hollow. "You're not okay." Mark said, in his tired voice. I froze. "Yes I am." I replied. "You didn't even move...or say anything, or do anything. That's not like you." The temptation to tell the truth consumed me for a moment, but I pushed it away. "I'm just feeling a bit tired." He looked at me, wondering something, but what, I don't know. "You can tell me anything." he said, sounding a bit more awake. "I'm not gonna get any sleep if you don't just tell me what's wrong. You're making me anxious, baby." I stared straight ahead, wondering if I should just confess. Before I could consider doing so, I just blurted the truth out. "I went out last night, and I wound up going home with some dude." It took a moment for that to register, but when it did, the anger I was expecting was not there. It was just sadness. "You....slept with him?" I slowly nodded. He exhaled shakily and put his head in his hands. "It was a mistake, I'm sorry." He looked over at me. "You know how I feel about cheating." he said. "You have strong feelings about it, but how strong are they really? You looked at all kinds of shit online, and I'm not talking about standard porn." "What are you talking about?" "Snapchat." I replied, matter-of-factly. He made a face. "You're equating that to crawling into bed with someone. Yeah, I saw a nice set of tits. Big deal. I quit using that shit for that reason. Fuck, we weren't even dating when that happened. We didn't even know each other." "WE weren't dating." I said, putting the pressure on him. I really just wanted to justify my behavior. He glared at me. "So maybe you have a point. Maybe I shouldn't have said that she looked great while I was dating someone...but I never asked for pictures. I never pursued a one night stand. You really just want to push this whole thing under the rug?" Wow, he was actually starting to get pissed off. "All the things I've done for you were that fucking useless and meaningless to you? I don't know if I should laugh or cry." He answered his own question when he took a few hasty swipes at his eyes. He just shook his head, and that's when the real guilt came over me. "I'm so sorry." I said, starting to tear up. He hates seeing anyone cry...but he didn't look over at me. I don't think he could. "I can't believe you. All this time. All these memories. Why are you even here?" "I love you." he snorted. "YOU love me? Really? You sure have a funny way of showing it." He got out of bed without saying anything else. I hesitated, but followed him downstairs. "Stay away." he said. "I can't." I replied. "I'm worried about you." "No, you're not. You don't love me, you're not worried about me, and you don't care about me." he grabbed my purse that was sitting on the couch and rummaged through it. "My phone isn't there." I said, holding it up. "I don't want your phone." he said, picking up my cigarettes. "Destroying those solves nothing." "Oh I'll destroy them, alright." he said, taking one out and lighting it. I'd never seen him smoke anything before. Ever. He absolutely hated me smoking, he absolutely hated smoking altogether. I watched as he slowly consumed one of my cigarettes, pacing and shaking his head. "Why are you doing that?" I asked. "I needed something...and I'd rather not turn into a living allergic reaction from pounding a couple shots." He kept wavering back and forth from angry to sad. "Can we talk about what happened?" "Why? So you can play the victim?" I balled my fists. "You know, maybe there's a reason I did it. Maybe you're impossible when you get into a mood and I can't stand it." "Then LEAVE me, don't drag me! Are you stupid or something? How hard is it to understand that you are WRONG?" He took a seat on the couch and rubbed his temples. I just stood on the stairs tearing up. I felt so awful. I noticed a slight change in Mark's demeanor. He cried over me and yelled at me in the same breath until he just relaxed. Then Dark left his body. He just looked at me for a long time, and I expected him to say something like 'if Mark's done with you,can I have you' or something equally as...well, Dark-like. Instead, he just shook his head. "Wow." he said. "Thought you were a bit better than this." he disappeared after that. "What a hypocrite!" I yelled, through the tears. He reappeared. "You beg my pardon?" he said. "You, the sex addict want to come down on me for a one night stand?" I yelled, sniffling. "A one night stand you had during a relationship, idiot. I've never cheated on anyone." "You don't date, asshole." "A long, long time ago I did. And like Mark, I know the joys of learning your significant other is a piece of shit who like fucking other people while you're away." he turned to Mark. "You should toss her out into the rain. It'd be hilarious." Mark waved Dark off. "You've done your job, go home." he said. "And thanks." "Do mention it. We have these dumb reviews now, and some positive feedback would be great. I'll bring you the forms later." he snapped his fingers and disappeared. Mark hating me was...bad, but being on Dark's bad side...it's basically a curse. I cursed myself. Mark looked at me for a long time without saying anything, and I myself had nothing to say. "Somehow, for some reason, I still care." he said. "But you should probably get going." He walked to the stairs as I came down. I attempted to hug him, but he strongly declined. "Why would...never mind." he said, heading up the stairs. "I love you." I called after him softly. "Please, don't lie to me any more than you already have." he replied, sadly. I walked out into the rain and just stood, letting it soak me. I have no idea what time it is, but judging from the lack of activity, it's quite late. "Fuck. FUCK!" I yelled, kicking at the driveway. My phone buzzed. It was a text from my hookup asking me if I felt like coming over. I wanted to slap him, but at the same time I was desperate for some comfort from anyone, one night stand, or not. I told him I was on my way...
