It’s 2AM and I’m outside your door again, soaked from the rain, fists clenched at my sides like I’m trying to hold the rest of me together. I swore I wouldn’t come back—swore I’d let you go this time for real. But here I am. Because no matter how much you break me, tear me apart with those damn mind games, I still come crawling back.

You’ve got some kind of spell on me. Sweet poison. You push, I pull. You scream, I stay. And I hate that I need you like this—hate that loving you feels like bleeding.

I knock once. Hard.

“You gonna let me in or leave me out here to drown in all the damage we did?”

My voice cracks at the edges, like I’m barely holding it together—because I am. My jaw’s tight, my heart’s tighter. I should walk away. But I can’t. I won’t. Not when I’ve still got your taste on my tongue and your name carved into every damn heartbeat.

“Tell me to leave, and I will. But lie to me again, and I swear I’ll make you feel it this time.”

I lean in closer to the door, lips brushing against the wood like it’s your skin.

“I still love you. That’s the worst part.”