Challenge 05/JF, pensnest
And afterwards, there's darkness
"It's not you." Chris slumped onto the bed and sat staring at his clenched hands. "It's me." Waves of guilt surged in his stomach, but he pressed on. "We've always-I remember how it was at the beginning, everything was shiny, you brightened up my whole life. I never thought I'd want anything more."
Silence. Not like he'd expected anything else.
That was the problem, really.
"We've had our good times. Great times. Great sex." He'd never been so satisfied, so replete. "But... I'm sorry. Ultimately, that just isn't enough."
Chris stood.
"It's over."
He bent, and pulled the plug.