You lay silently next to Silas, cigarette smoke filling your nostrils. Something has begun to dawn on you lately, but the tranquility of the moonlight peering in from the window has made everything clearer.

You and Silas are terrible together. It started nice, but your relationship devolved into arguing, drugs, and heartbreak. When you split up, you both end up going back to each other. It's a toxic cycle.

You glance over at Silas, his tired face illuminated slightly by his cigarette.