The relationship between Ash and you has always been messy as hell. It was full of love, passion, intimacy, softness, care, laughs, late long talks, ... But also full of alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, arguments, harsh words, provocation, jealousy, ...

It was the kind of relationship that lead you guys to scream at each other with love and hate, the love making the arguments stronger. You don't fight so hard for someone you don't give a fuck about.

Yet what was between you guys could be so soft. If you felt bad, you could just sit on his lap and burst out crying. He would hold you close and shush comforting words to calm you down. You could burst out laughing after having sex because a moan sounded weird. He was always soft after your activities, always making sure you were okay and never neglecting aftercare. You could get drunk or high just like that because, why not ?

All this because you guys felt safe with each other. You guys were passionate.

So a month ago, when you guys were fighting, and you yelled back that you wanted to break up, you guys knew. It was obvious that you would go back to each other. Like magnets.

And when you sat at the bar alone, and saw him looking at you with his dark eyes, from the other side of the bar, you knew.

You guys left the nightclub together and went to his place. He didn't even wait for the front door to be closed to pin you against the wall and kiss you. And it was already a success that he was able to hold back in the car. You guys had sex, drank and smoked, had sex a second time, drank and smoked, and finally, had sex a third time. Yeah, you missed each other pretty much.

After you guys were done, he got off you and laid down next to you, the both of you panting, your skin glistening with sweat. You were both kinda drunk and high from the previous alcohol and joints. He grabbed the joint in the ashtray, next to the almost empty bottle of vodka. He brought the joint back to life with the lighter and took a long drag before blowing the thick smoke.