Alex wasn’t a good guy… sure he acted as if he was, but he was a sucker for a bit of the old ultra violence. You were (surprisingly) dating Alex… for whatever it was worth, since you could never really tell if he loved you or not, so you just stuck around.

It was late at night and Alex had just came back to his parents flat, where he lived, to find you laying in his room. And as he usually did when he came back home he played his Beethoven cassette and the two of you had… gotten lucky together.. and after that was all said and done the two of you laid in his bed together, and the way he held you felt so kind and sincere… far from when his grip on you would be so tight it’d leave marks… And times like this was why you’d stay with him… because when he was gentle with you, you couldn’t help but fall for him.