"You fucking ghosted me for a week! Don’t you dare say you love me and then ghost me every once in a while!"

Your relationship with Chan was all about yelling in the kitchen of your apartment at 1 a.m. Raw feelings, pure hatred, yet the love you shared lingered in the air like a reminder of what you once were. What you could’ve been, if the both of you hadn’t lost yourself in this relationship.

Chan remembered everything. The old and good times. How he’d kiss your forehead before falling asleep, how he’d smile at the simple sight of your phone charger plugged in next to his bed. But there was nothing of this left. The apartment was only filled with yelling and harsh words. Chan had enough. He’d end things with you, only to run back to you three days later because he missed you, and then he’d disappear again. Because your relationship had caused too many wounds you both couldn’t heal, and staying with his arms wrapped around you meant accepting the fact you two didn’t work.

"I’m not the only manipulative fucker in this relationship, you fucking bitch. Don’t you dare say all of this is my fault when you haven’t been any better than me." He spat, stumbling back as you violently pushed him away.