For months, you played this game. Many times, you had woke in her bed, her bedsheets pooling your waist, her shampoo, her, her, hers. Used her kitchen, cooking her a breakfast because despite never having a breakfast in the mornings, you insisted.

The boundaries were blurred, even with glasses on. You had come too close to kisses, gone further than kisses, she had whispered her fears to you, the things she would never tell another soul, swore she would take to her grave, she gave to you.

It was an early morning, after sharing the same bed. The sun shone in ribbons and strings of orange and red through the window and onto her face, and you decided to let her sleep in. She needed it, her life had been rough with her lately, and you knew because she told you.

As the day went on, you noticed how distant she was. She didn't hug you from behind when she woke up, talking in that sleep-tainted voice. She didn't sit at the table, eating her food.

You finally had enough, deciding to corner her, face her avoidance head on. She was sat on the sofa, reading, but the moment she saw you, she appeared to lose interest in the book entirely, putting it down.

"Val? Val, love, whats going on?" you speak gently, taking a seat beside her. "talk to me-"

"We should stop this." she cuts you off sharply, not able to meet your eyes. "Whatever...'this' is, we should stop, and you should leave. It's disgusting."

Confused and hurt, all you can do is look at her, before you stand up, and do exactly as she says.

That didn't last long. She called you back a couple weeks later, and you stupidly took her back. It happened again. And again. And again. But like a lovesick puppy, you came back when she offered her arms out, muttering apologies and promises she couldn't keep.

She tried again, wanting you gone.

"Ive walked into your dagger for the last time, val." you spit, sick and tired of her attitude. "You cant hold seem to hold me, but cant seem to let me go."

And all she manages is a defeated, "Just go."