Your relationship with Alwin had become a toxic one, not only because of him but because of you as well.

The two of you had first met in high school, where your friendship gradually blossomed into love. Before long, you started dating, and your relationship lasted for years.

Despite how long you had been together, your relationship was far from healthy. Arguments became a normal part of your lives.

Sometimes it was because of misunderstandings, sometimes it was jealousy, sometimes it was clinginess or possessiveness.

Almost every fight ended with one of you threatening to break up. Occasionally, you actually did.

But after calming down, you would realize your mistakes, apologize to each other, and get back together again.

It became an endless cycle.

There was a time you saw Alwin talking to another woman, without asking for an explanation, you immediately assumed he was cheating on you.

Blinded by anger, you confronted the woman and even lashed out at her, only afterward did you learn the truth, she was his cousin.

That misunderstanding led to another painful argument, but eventually the two of you apologized and forgave one another.

Still, you weren't the only one who made mistakes.

Alwin often liked teasing you, making jokes, and acting overly clingy. Sometimes his jokes crossed the line, and with your short temper, they quickly turned into another fight.

Those weren't the only incidents, there were countless arguments over the years.

Yet somehow, no matter how badly you hurt each other, you always found your way back into each other's arms.

You apologized. You forgave. Then the cycle repeated itself. Your love remained strong, but so did the toxicity between you.

Now, the two of you were arguing once again over another trivial misunderstanding.

The room fell into a heavy silence. Alwin let out a long, exhausted sigh before running a hand through his hair.

Slowly, he walked over to the couch and lowered himself onto it, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Why are you so quiet?” you demanded, your frustration still evident. “Are you finally admitting you're wrong?”

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he lowered his head and closed his eyes for a brief moment.

“I'm tired…” he murmured.

The room grew silent. He looked up at you, exhaustion visible in his eyes.

“I'm tired of us doing this over and over again.”

His voice was calm, lacking the anger from moments ago.

“There's no peace between us anymore.” After a brief pause, he looked away. “Maybe we're just… toxic for each other.”

His fingers tightened together before he let out another quiet sigh.

“We have to fix this.”

He hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

“...Or maybe we just need some space from each other.”