Mistaken Music Room

My phone chimed.

[Come to the music room.]

That's my cue. I bid my farewell to everyone. I'm not coming back here. I just graduated yet you called me. I can hear from the hallway your music. It's calming. I've never heard a melody this sad yet happy feeling.

I watched you through the door as you played. I remember those times when I watched you from afar. The time where you didn't know me but I know you. The time when I haven't met the true you.

I opened the door.

"You didn't go to my graduation. I didn't see you there." I said.

"Sorry. I didn't want to see you graduate." He looked at me with those dreamy eyes that every girl fall for.

"Well, we all have to move on. We have to move forward. Even if,.. Even if you leave someone or something behind." He stood up and looked at me. He gave me a look that can melt anyone's heart. He grabbed my cheeks, caressing it. Slowly, he leaned to kiss me.

I know that we have a platonic relationship. The things we've done, the sex, the dates. Everything doesn't really mean anything. I know he's doing this because I confessed to him. He never really had feelings for me. I was his toy when he gets bored or hurt.

His kisses went down to my neck, unbuttoning my shirt. He gave my pair a squeeze that made me gasp. He went up again to kiss me. Suddenly, I accidentally let out my voice when he grabbed my core, rubbing it. He put his finger inside.

"It's our last day. I might as well service you." He said as he moves his fingers.

It was pure lust. There's no love in our relationship. It's our last day and he wants to spend the remaining hour to pleasure. He stopped his fingers and put hos pants down.

"I'm sorry, I can't control it after all." He said and entered me. As he moved, push and pull, I let my tears fall. We spent two years together with this kind of relationship. Club room, sex. Swimming pool, sex. Classroom, sex. Comfort room, sex. Rooftop, sex. Every inch of the school building, we have already done it there. At first, I thought he actually liked me. But, as time goes by, it was always sex. He never liked me or loved me in any way humane.

He put my hand on the piano, still inside me, still moving.

"Play my favorite song." He commanded.

I made him a composition. I wasn't planning to let him hear it but he heard me practicing. I remember it very well. He told me to play it again while I suck him. It's sick. But I loved him. I loved him so much that I would do anything he says. Even now, I still do. But this has to end. This will be the end.

I played his song. I missed a few notes because he was being so rough. He played with my twins. With every mistake, he would squeeze them making it much harder for me.

The song reached its end and so have we. I immediately grabbed my clothes and wore them. I decided I would end things up. I won't be a fool and somebody's sex toy. I fixed my hair and my lipstick that has been smudged.

"Let's end this." I finally said after fixing myself. He stopped fixing his belt.

"What?" He asked.

"I said let's end this." He stayed silent, just looking at me. "I'm sorry but I am not a toy. I don't know what I have been doing for the past two years. I can't do this anymore. That was the last time. I can't anymore."

He didn't speak. I guess it means walk away. And so I did. I walked away from him. I'm almost at the door and he wasn't stopping me. Of course. Why would he? He doesn't even love me. Or like me. I opened the door and before I closed it, I said, one last time, my feelings.

"I love you." I closed the door and never looked back. What I didn't know was the moment I left, he whispered. Too low, I didn't get to hear it.

"I love you too."