#he is the woooorsssttttt

[dismaltouch]

lucas knew he likely couldn't keep her around forever. she'd eventually grow a backbone, would tell him to fuck off and stand up for herself. until that happened, though, he was content to enjoy fucking her. he was using her, lucas knew that. there weren't any real feelings involved, but he could lie to her about that. he knew how to be deceiving when he wanted something. what he wanted, was her. he didn't even know why he did. trying to figure that out would only result in a splitting headache for him. he would just be more careful about seeing other girls behind her back and feed her the lies she wanted to hear. "of course i care about you. you're more than enough for me. i'm sorry i fucked up."

moments of clarity are fleeting. willow seems to prefer an ever lasting escape from reality. like the truth burns to touch — makes all of her ache inside. and so it seems only a matter of time before she's taking her clothes off, pretending that this thing between them means anything. just wants to feel close, to escape for a little while. deep down knows that someone like lucas could only want one thing from someone like willow. knows that she makes it all too easy for him, but she doesn't care. " okay, good . . . " knows he's lying, chooses to ignore it anyway. " if you care about me, you will. if i'm enough for you. "