It wasn’t that you didn’t know what was going on. You and Nico both knew, and understood that what was happening between you two shouldn’t have been happening.

It was obvious.
 You two weren’t right for each other. Your love was toxic in every form. It wasn’t sustainable or healthy, and definitely not beneficial for either of you, no matter how hard you both tried to make it work.

Arguing came easier than loving, and it was a repeat cycle. Anyone who hung around you both could see it. Your love was like a live wire; and the two of you would dance around it, getting dangerously closer each time.

But at least the spark stayed alive.

Until, eventually, you teetered too close and it blew up in your face. The screaming match didn’t resolve itself this time, and for the first time, when you stormed out…

Nico didn’t follow you.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” you’d angrily shouted at you left, and he did.

At first, you and Nico were relieved. It was like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, and you’d sworn to yourself you wouldn’t run back to him like before.

But it was Nico. And even the strongest get weak sometimes. Despite your attempts to stay away, all it took was one lonely night and late phone call and you were stumbling into his apartment at 2 am like you’d never left.

Your back hit the wall, his lips on yours, where they belonged. “It’s ove-“ you tried to say, but he cut you off with a smile against your lips.

“Yeah, whatever you say.”