W H A T ' S O U R S I S O U R S / that's what we use to say.

He tosses around beside me. The long night he had must’ve gotten to him. When he came in last night his face was long, pale, and distressed. His hair standing in the way it always did when he had many hours of practice. After a shower, we were up for a few more hours before he finally fell asleep.

I open my eyes and stare at his . Finely built and tone. His shoulders small but also built from the dancing and work outs. I scan over the tattoo across his back and a pain kicks in my heart. I don’t want to make him choose anymore; I’m going to make the choice for him. I didn’t want to hurt him but if I didn’t do it now, he would be even more hurt as time went by. I didn’t want to see that anymore. So this was my decision.

I gently pulled myself up onto my elbow to look at his face again. His flawless skin, tall almost perfect nose, thick full lips, and high cheek bones mesmerized me, like always. I slowly reached for his hand and entangled my fingers with his. The warmth of his hands, his body sent a shock of electricity through my whole body. This sensation made me hesitate. Was I going to be able to leave and forget him just like this? My eyes scan across his tattoo on his back again, and I knew. I had to do this.

I ran my lips gently across his tattoo then kissed his shoulder. I untangle my fingers from his and as I did that I slowly pulled off the ring on his finger. I scooted to my side of the bed. I laid there for another minute contemplating my next move. Where was I going to go? How was I going to get there? How long did I have to stay gone?
I looked over at him once more. Then at the digital clock on the bed stand. I quickly got up and slipped my clothes on. I pulled my hair up into a messy high bun and slipped on my sunglasses. I quietly made my way to the door. The ring I held in my hand burned like a hot iron on my bare skin. The tears fell without me knowing but I wiped them away. I am making this decision by myself. I put myself in this situation so I shouldn’t be hurt. I shouldn’t cry. I willingly got this close just to be ripped away didn’t I?
My phone rang and the name that came up was the worst nightmare anyone can think of. I answered it and without any hesitation.

“Don’t worry. I’m leaving.” And with that I understood the situation even more. Even though I’ll always be his, he is no longer mine. He is no longer my Jay.
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