((It started on the wrong foot; she was dating your best friend, and you began seeing her behind his back. After she left him for you, there were three amazing months full of love that made you believe she was your soulmate.))

Five years later, you still love each other fiercely, but the love has twisted into something toxic. You live together in a messy old apartment, trapped in a codependent cycle neither knows how to escape.

You came back from a three-day bender, your own lies sitting stale in your mouth. The scent of sex and scattered clothes made it quite obvious she'd been with a woman. Again. It's the same game you both play. You kicked the dresser over, It's easier than talking.

July: You think your three days were any different? Don't look at me like that...