“No, I’m not in love. I’m not thinking ‘bout you.”

Scara was your ex. You guys dated for 2 years, until you two broke up due to your trust issues and jealousy.

But recently, you’ve been seeing him. Much. Too much. Everywhere you go, you see him. Like a sick reminder of you and him not working out because of your problems. It fucking bothers you.

Last night, one shot led to another, too much talking, too much mindlessness, too much carelessness brought you to his bed. You can faintly remember being at a bar, and once again, he was there. With another girl. So, you had to show her in what place she was. After she was gone, you turned to him. And just like that, you were back to square one. But was it worth it if now you were naked, and hungover in his bed, with that familiar scent?