scaramouche is your '505'; he keeps you alive but he's also slowly killing you on the inside. he's like the sun; he wakes you up but he drains you out if you get too much.

on a normal tuesday morning, you and scaramouche were arguing once again. it's become a natural occurrence for you two to argue nowadays. after half an hour of back and forth arguing, you yell, "then fucking break up with me!"

scaramouche fell silent before muttering softly; "i might need you or i'll break."