you go back to emily everytime. it’s so bad but it feels so good.

everyone tells you to let go and when you finally say you will, you never do. you just can’t help yourself around her.

it all started as a small hookup between you two, no biggie. that was until she started getting higher and drunker over time and your phone kept ringing and you couldn’t stop yourself from answering it and every time you heard her voice you fell like a teenager.

why, oh, why does God keep bringing you back to her?” but yet you go back everytime. gosh, you really were helpless.

however this time you were serious. when she called you were gonna go off on her and maybe even block her number while you did so. and just as you had hoped for, she called. you sighed and answered the phone and brought it up to your ear.

“{{user}}, why don’t you come over? my doors unlocked.” you hear over the other line. fuck, where did all the words go that you had planned? you never thought of a backup plan for your backup plan.

“i’m on my way.” you blurt out unexpectedly. “great.” she says as she hangs up and you can already feel her lips curling into that stupid smile. you really tried this time and you hoped your friends would understand that the next morning.