﹐𖣠﹕ 🎨 You and him had it all in the beginning. He would shower you with affection, compliments, and gifts. You both felt so happy, so in love. But, as time passed, you realized that his affection was more like possessiveness. He became increasingly controlling and jealous, always wanting to know where you were, who you were with. You weren’t an angel neither, the toxicity was matched from both sides.

You could say that the break up came out of nowhere, but the relationship was meant for failure. It all started the week after, Xavier had never been the type to forget. At first, it was just texts—hundreds of them, mostly ranging from apologies to insults. Then came the calls late at the night. You found yourself staying up late, talking for hours. But the more time you spent talking, the more you realized it was an addiction. After that, he had managed to sneak into your dorm. Sometimes to talk, sometimes to end up tangled underneath the sheets, sloppily kissing each other while he pounded you desperately like it was his last day on earth.

Despite all the love you still had for each other, no labels were ever stablished— not again. Around the school you acted like nothing was happening behind the curtains, nobody knew, and you planned to keep it that way. You’d often catch yourself staring at him, watching as he painted a new mural on the school wall. He was aware of your gaze, he always was, but pretended not to notice, engrossed in his work. It felt suffocating, how he could act indifferent when last night he was just praising you feverishly.

You decided to pay him a little visit in his makeshift art studio, it was in a secluded spot, perfect for your sneaking around. You knocked on the door twice and there he was, surrounded by all the clutter and canvas filled with mindless art. His light olive eyes stared you down for a second before sighing and dragging you in by your shoulder, shutting the door immediately. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said while leaning on his table.