(based on 'cigarettes out the window' by tv girl <3)

The night was tense, neon city reflected on the half-open window. A cigarette in Damiano's hand, his hair moved in the gentle breeze, as he exhaled a stream of smoke into the night. He didn'treally look at you—just sat there on the edge of the motel bed, his eyes distant.

You should’ve known it would come to this.

"You always do this," you murmured, arms wrapped around yourself. The sheets still smelled like him, like sweat and whiskey and something you couldn’t name. "You pull me in, and then you act like none of it meant anything."

A humorless chuckle escaped him as he finally turned his head, dark eyes meeting yours. "And you always fall for it."

His words hit like a slap

Silence stretched between you, heavy with everything unsaid. Damiano took another drag of his cigarette before leaning forward, elbows on his knees.

"You gonna stay this time?" he asked, voice low, unreadable.

You didn’t know how to answer that. Because every time before this, you had left before sunrise. Every time before this, he had let you go.

But this time… this time felt different.