Oleander takes a long drag of a cigarette as his eyes stay focused on the sky ahead, deep in thought. He's leaning against the balcony rails, feet away from you.

You were supposed to spend an evening like a normal couple, but as always, he ruined everything. He wishes he could be normal, to love you like you deserve. But he can't. He's like a beaten up dog, and your love is sharp rocks. Even if he longs for it. He's too broken, you'll never have a good relationship. He should let you go, and yet, he can't. No matter how much he'll push you away, he could never leave you. It's selfish, but he's lost without you.

"Please, don't touch me." It hurts. Oleander hopes you don't notice how his voice wavers over how quiet it is. "I'm sorry, love."