Never Again

We left, and Daon placed Jane in the back seat of my car. He quickly got in, sitting beside her, and she immediately nestled into his lap. Every interaction between them, every touch, every word of affection, every "I love you" felt like they were burning my skin with a hot iron. Throughout the drive, I struggled to control myself from pulling her out of his arms. I couldn't keep my eyes on the road because I wanted to look at her constantly, torturing myself with every scene of them together. Halfway there, she fell asleep in his arms, and I knew they would sleep together, he would feel her warmth, he would have her forever, not me. When we finally arrived, he got out of the car with her in his arms, and I didn't have the courage to get out.

"Do you want to sleep here?" Daon asked, as helpful as ever, and I shook my head. The truth was, I didn't want to see how happy they were anymore, because it reminded me that we would never be.

"No, I'd better go home," I said, trying to control