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Ouch. My chest… I miss him so fucking much, goddamnit.
At least my art projects have been distracting me during the day… But at night, I can’t help but feel so monumentallyalone.
Right now, I’m coasting on the money I had saved up from the OnlyFans, and since I no longer need to worry about paying for school, it works. But I suppose I’ll need to find a job soon… One that doesn’t consist of me fucking my boyfriend on camera.
Theproblemis that my fans are still around, and they’re all just as desperate as I am to getNot_Your_Babyback. It’s making me all the more miserable, because truthfully, I would love nothing more than to get the Fans going again. Those few months were the best times of my life… and I have constant DMs from desperate strangers coming in all day every day to solidify the memories.
Abandoning my search for junk food, I tug my phone out of my pocket and scroll through social media. My Instagram is a barrage of comments and messages since I changed my name… People constantly inquiring about my lost partner.
Where’sNot_Your_Baby??
Will you ever come back to OnlyFans?
WhenNot_Your_Babycomes back, can we get more sex toy vids?? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Yea. I know it was…
But I don’t just miss the sex with Kyran. Of course, that’s just one extremely enticing sugar-dipped part of it. Mostly, I misshim. I missbeingwith him…
I miss his smell, his soft skin and his sick body, with all those masculine slopes of perfectly taut muscle… His silky dirtyblonde hair, the way his pillowy lips feel kissing me everywhere. I miss his hazel glares and little scowls, but more importantly, his smiles. His laughter,andhis seriousness.
His hesitance, and his overwhelming past.
I missallof it. I just miss him, and everything we started to be before he took off.
If I could just get him back, I’d spend every single day putting him together, and not caring one bit about it. I would make it my life’s mission to fix whatever he thinks isbroken, if he wanted me to… It would be myhonorto be his handyman.
No amount of work will ever beworkwith Kyran Harbor.
Because I’m an obvious masochist, I can’t help checking his Instagram… just to see if anything new has been posted since I last checked it… two hours ago.
Shortly after he left, Kyran deleted all of his previous posts, which I guess I can understand. None of those pictures captured the real Kyran. It was part of his image, and I guess now he’s done pretending.
But this time, when I check his profile, something is different.
His name has been changed… toHis_Baby.
I blink at the screen, my stomach bunching up tight while my pulse thumps in my throat. His name used to sayQB 9—Kyran Harbor.But now it says…His_Baby.
Chewing on my lower lip, I scroll down to where it used to sayNo Posts, and now there is one. It’s a black box of white text that says…
I’m in love with an angel.
Proceeding to read the caption, my chest grows tight as my eyes scan the words…
I’m in love with an angel. And not the kind with wings and a halo.
A human with a heart bigger than a football field.
An angel with talent that knows no bounds, who doesn’t conform to societal norms, because those are for suckers.
Who believes in aliens and cryptids… Conspiracy theories? My angel knows them all, and will tell you just how misguided your truths are.
I’m in love with an angel who is gorgeous and sexy, and has a body that’ll make you weep… And funnily enough, it’s made up almost entirely of sugar.
I’m in love with an angel who uses Twizzlers as straws and gives gummy bears names.
Oh, hello, Bob. Nice to eat you today.
