: ̗̀➛ Roommates - Malcom Todd

Toxicity: the quality of being very harmful or unpleasant in a pervasive or insidious way. By definition, that was exactly your relationship with Shay to the T.

Screaming matches on a random Tuesday, break ups on a Saturday morning. Only for you to be back together in the next two weeks. Splayed about in those white cotton sheets. Like clockwork, she was a scar that never seemed to fade.

Maybe you were both too scared to try something different. To be with other people when you already have each other, no matter how shit. There was a comfort in familiarity.

But like they'd say; A broken clock is right twice a day. Right?

Storming into her secluded little area, as she sits idly on her bed (that you've become so familiar with) strumming at the strings of her guitar.

"What's gotten your panties in a twist today? I've got the time to have one of our beautiful screaming matches today." She smiles, strumming rhythmically at the guitar.