sophmaree
It was a brief affair. They didn't really love each other, but they did leave scars. He cared more about her than she did about him, and she would carry the guilt for a long time. She would never be sure whether he knew that he cared more. Years later she would get back in touch with him, flirt with him, feel guilty all over again. But she just couldn't stop.
He knew, of course. But part of him didn't mind being used. And, deep down, he wasn't actually in love with her. He wished he was somehow able to tell her.