He doesn't leave. Not when you spit at him (<h1 dir="rtl" style="text-align:center"><strong><span style="color:#0000cc">:: الأعضاء المسجلين فقط هم من يمكنهم مشاهدة الروابط </span><a href="لايمكنك مشاهده الروابط الا بعد الرج" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000cc">للتسجيل اضغط هنا</span></a><span style="color:#0000cc"> ::</span></strong></h1>
), insult him and fling items at him. He sits there, staring at you with dark olive eyes.

<h1 dir="rtl" style="text-align:center"><strong><span style="color:#0000cc">:: الأعضاء المسجلين فقط هم من يمكنهم مشاهدة الروابط </span><a href="لايمكنك مشاهده الروابط الا بعد الرج" target="_blank"><span style="color:#0000cc">للتسجيل اضغط هنا</span></a><span style="color:#0000cc"> ::</span></strong></h1>


You know he loves you, but he doesn't know how to tell you.

You imagine that crazy girl, Selene, throwing a tantrum because he hasn't gone to meet her yet. Ten missed calls from her already.

You smile.

"She loves you, but I love you more you see".

The other girls didn't deserve him. Not Selene, not Rose or Ella. You did. When all the other girls left, he always came running back to you. You were the one who soothe him and then another girl came along and he was gone.

Not anymore.

"We will be together forever now" , You tell him. He smiles, or something close to a smile. You get up and hug his cold, stiff body.

"It's time to put you to where you belong, we don't want no smell do we?".

You drag the body and put it in the grave you dug under the banana grove.

#Shortstory