3rd POV

(M/n) slowly creeped back into the house. His hair was disheveled and clothes were a mess. A smirk was promptly placed on his face. Walking up the stairs, to the bedroom, he saw Jay on the bed sleeping. He was cuddling a pillow and looked slightly sad.

Seeing him, (M/n) gave a slight look of disgust.

(M/n) still loved him, but lately they had grown distance and he had to get pleasure.... elsewhere. 

Going to the bathroom, (M/n) took a shower and changed. When he came back, he saw Jay was awake. Jay stared at (M/n) like he was a stranger. "Why are you back so late?" He quietly asked. The taller male sighed in response. Jay started to glare. "Tell me."

"I was working an extra shift. Now, will you shut up?" The (h/c)-ette growled out. The short male visibly flinched and looked away. He quietly lays down, his back to (M/n). (M/n) sighed again and laid down staring at the ceiling, before falling asleep. But, Jay wasn't asleep yet.

He stared at the wall. He felt empty. Jay knew the truth, but he couldn't cope with it. The marks he saw. The hickeys that weren't his. And Jay knew who it was with. Some random man whore, who he had considered a friend once. 

Before Jay knew it, tears steadily slipped onto his cheeks. Even though he was crying, he didn't make a sound. Jay had mastered this. The bed shook slightly, as the ravenette cried out all his pains.

The next morning, it felt as though the mental gap between them had gotten bigger. The silence was killing both of them, but neither knew how to fix it. Jay wouldn't talk and barely moved around the house. (M/n) just went over to his other lover's house, not wanting to see him.

Jay cried. He knew, but he couldn't get over him. He needed him. And he hated it. The tears and sobs shook his body, finally realizing the situation. The pain hit him at once and everything felt cold and empty. The tears seemed endless and the pain was agonizing. The short male hugged himself, as though if he didn't he would break.

Even after the crying stopped, the pain didn't. His chest felt as if it had been ripped open. Hours later, (M/n) finally returned. A perverted smile spread across his face in a sense of satisfaction. Jay tried to keep hidden and not look at him. He knew if he did, it would hurt even more.

Nothing could fix them, they both knew it. One was already gone, while the other was still trying to hold on.