You really should know better, but the lines of your morality tends to always blur when it comes to Silas.

Smoke fills the air as you lay back panting in the bed, another night of allowing him to mess up your life while he simply lights a cigarette after like it's nothing.

You know it's only a matter of time before he — or you — decides to leave again. It is only a matter of time before this fragile connection you both like to pretend is a relationship crumbles. But it is also a matter of time before he inevitably comes crawling back, and you also know that you'll let him every time.

Maybe you're secretly a masochist. Maybe you just like the attention.

Maybe you're afraid that nobody else will love you.

Because that's what it is, right? He would have never came back if he didn't love you. And you would never let him back if you didn't either.

At least, that's what you like to think.

"Hey."

He's at your door again after a particularly bad break up. You know you'll let him in even if it was the dead of night. He knows that too.

It's just a matter of time before the cycle repeats, after all.