They both knew it wouldn’t work. Their relationship was doomed since the beginning, yet, they couldn’t leave. No matter how many time they ended it, {{user}} still came back to him. He was like a drug; one she was addicted to.

It was morning, and {{user}} was sat in her bed, the blanket covering her naked body whereas Mihael, or Mello, was sleeping on the other side of the bed. It always happened the same way; they would argue, leave each other and then make up in bed, by having sex.