"Breaking up with me? I don't think so.."

He got you tightly pinned with his legs, hands grabbing your chin strongly enough to keep it in a place. That all whilst the both of you sat in front of the mirror, you crying in the reflection. You tried to break up 3 times. But he always had a reason to keep you with him.

He takes a drag of his cig, turning your head and gently blowing the smoke onto your lips, smiling lovingly.

"Now come on.. Im not that bad of a boyfriend.."