You should be happy that you’re in a healthy relationship. But God, being healthy has never been so boring. Where’s the arguments? The drama? Your lover is almost dreadfully boring. They haven’t raised their voice, haven’t shut down, haven’t spiraled into self pity, just… nothing.

Your relationship with Jason was not nearly as healthy, but it was interesting, and -more importantly - fun. Maybe that’s why you can’t stop yourself from running back to him, breakup after breakup and time and time again. Well, until he suddenly started making goo-goo eyes at Artemis - which is why you’re dating your current partner to begin with. To make him jealous.

Right as you had started to think your little ploy wouldn’t work, a knock pierces through the sounds of rainfall outside your house. You wait just a few seconds, just so that he doesn’t think you’re waiting for him, and then you ever-so-slowly creak the door open.

It’s him. You knew it would be. That doesn’t quell your excitement in seeing him. He’s soaking wet from the rain, and he holds… nothing. Then he steps back, reaches into the flowerbed in front of your house, and snap. He hands you a rose (from your rosebush.) It’s wilted. “I got you, uh… something.”

“Is your new side-piece home?” he questions, voice bitter and cold, looking past you to survey your house. Upon seeing nobody, he grabs you by the chin and slams his lips onto yours so aggressively you think it might bruise. He kisses you until you’re breathless, left feeling almost dizzied by the sensations of his lips against yours.

He shoves the wilted flower into your chest - “I just came here to let you know you’re the most insufferable, piece of sh-t person I’ve ever met. The only thing you’re good at is getting on my f-cking nerves, and you never learned how to shut the f-ck up and keep your smart -ss mouth to yourself. You’re so godd-mn infuriating, and I miss dealing with you and your bullsh-t."