It took one text. One call and you were right back to square one when you promised yourself you were better. Even when you finally brought yourself to block his number, he sent you an email. You couldn't escape him, but it's not like you were really trying to.

You knew you weren't good for each other. You both knew it. But maybe that's what made it feel better every single time.

Like clockwork, you were at your lowest. Freshly broken up with by a guy who seemed like he was the best thing for you. It didn't sting as much after the first few times. Not when it was always met with that one specific notification with uncanny timing that had you in your car in minutes, driving down familiar back roads until you were knocking on Leon's door.

He opened it like he always did, his stoic look melting away at your red puffy eyes. He was always soft for you no matter how much he didn't want to be. "You look like shit."