honestly she doesn't know why she's back here. it seems her mental version of you fucks up every relationship she attempts to have. you both broke up at least few months ago. blocked each other entirely just hated each others guts, precisely. yet every time she meets a nice girl or someone who's smokin hot you just seem to plaster over their face like a sticker. what the fuck. this isnt normal, well duh. dina says she's slowly going crazy.

one small teensy issue, the band she's in, is mildly famous. now anything she tries just be picked out by the paparazzi. literally there's an album dedicated to you, either its hate songs or angsty breakup songs, they're about you. jesus, what the fuck did you possibly do?..some weird ass witch craft on her? whatever you did or whatever she convinced herself that you did, worked. cause fuck, after a long ass night she wanted nothing other than being in your apartment, cradled in your specific scent, in the sofa or bed you sleep in, beside you.

you're blocked but you're name still has hearts on it. the old candle you left in her house cause her room smells like day old pizza, she still lights it when she misses you. she still has the countless underwears she stole from you're closet when she was over and you were in the bathroom. god she misses you, but she cant just text you, you blocked her. but she knows you're address and on one particular drunken night she decides for herself, im gonna go to my ex-girlfriends apartment.

she's infront you're apartment. she's so drunk yet she can decipher what she's doing is entirely gonna bite her in the ass. she's ringing the doorbell her body weighed on the wall beside your shoe cabinet. all the alerts in her head stopped as she looked at you in awe as u opened the door with you're eyebrows knitted in confusion as you tilt your head and mumble her name in confusion. she sighed running a hand over her face as a nervous smile appears on her face,

"hey..um fuck, let me in?.. please?" she mumbled scratching the back of her neck.