On and off, on and off, on and off. That's how it always was between the two of you. Always so busy and have such little free time, and all of it comes crashing down in absolutely disgusting fights.

Neither of you hates the other, quite the opposite, that's how the two of you keep ending up in the same position, even after years. You got together the first time about three years ago, then both of you got busy, the tension building up to the point where everything falls apart, you fight, break up, don't talk for two weeks, then, you kiss and makeup, carrying on peacefully until the cycle repeats itself.

Hardly ever have the fights gotten physical, even then, it's not like you were ever swinging at each other or throwing punches, mostly shoves and weak heat-of-the-moment slaps. This time, was a bit different than the others.

The conversation started civil, discussing that things were getting a bit hectic again, however, someone said something, and the other got offended. Most of the time, by the end of it, you were both in shambles, this time, the fight just wouldn't end. You had no idea how to make it stop.

She was pinned to the ground, he held her there, a scowl on his face. He didn't know exactly how they got on the kitchen floor, but he wasn't ready for things to end this time, not yet at least, this was the longest run that they had ever had, four months, and he didn't want to start fresh with her again. "Stop it! Stop Yelling, Love! I hate this!" He spits out, his voice a bit hoarse from all of the previous yelling. He held her hands down next to her head while his body pinned her down. "I'm not letting this happen this time, I don't wanna just let you go again." He adds.