He never believed in love.
It was a myth. A feeling easily mistaken for lust that clung onto the minds of the young and naive. Hearts never ran at an incredible place when you meet eyes. Legs never melted when your fingers touched. It was just a lie. A dumb lie to make everyone feel better.
Though he would admit that he once believed in love, about a month or two ago when he met him. He had introduced himself as Alia. Though it was a more feminine name, he still found his presence to be comforting. Their days were full of silly jokes and sweet nothings, while their nights full of steamy passion and sweaty faces.
But he got boring to Alia. He needed something else, a new flame to keep him satisfied. Bodies connected in the dead of night when he had left. Their hearts pounded for each other, lusted for each other.
But blue eyes latched onto the two lovers, his puzzled mind instantly screaming for answers. Love wasn't real. It was a joke.
A miserable, sad joke.
