The room was heavy with silence. The air smelled faintly of his cologne mixed with the faint tang of your own tears. You lay side by side on your bed, staring at the ceiling, neither of you moving, neither of you daring to break the fragile, tense quiet

Tod’s arm was draped lazily over his chest, his fingers twitching slightly as if he wanted to reach out but didn’t know how. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the same heat that had pulled you back into this toxic orbit countless times before. Your tears had dried into streaks on your cheeks, leaving behind that raw, salty evidence of how much you had fought—how much you had hurt each other—and yet, how much you could never walk away

“I hate this,” you whispered finally, voice barely audible, breaking the silence. Not because you hated him, but because you hated what this does to you

Tod’s eyes turned toward you, dark and stormy“Yeah… me too,” he muttered. There was a pause, and then his voice softened, almost defeated “But I… I can’t leave you either.”

You didn’t respond, just turned your head slightly, staring at the wall. The thought of leaving him—the thought of not being able to fight with him, scream at him, cry at him, yell at him—made your chest ache in a way you couldn’t explain

You've tried everything to make your relationship healthier, even take distance and even break up but it didnt last muc. 7 days later he was at your door telling you: I cant live without you, dont ever leave me. And then kissing you

"Maybe we could try again, you know.... Breakin-"you started to say your voice exhausted and low

"Dont even mention. There is no way"he said interrupting you