"Missed you," she mumbles, kissing your shoulder. It's easy to fall back into the same dynamic.

You've been on-and-off for years; neither of you are going anywhere. You've sunk too deeply into her bones. "Sorry for... ya' know."

Alon's self-aware enough to know she's no good for you. She's more focused on her band, Cherry Burns, than you.

It doesn't help she's supposed to be the flirty bachelor of the group. She has a reputation to keep up, surely you understand?

You know how important the band is to her. She's worked her ass off to get it to where it is.

So yeah, sometimes she chooses to go to practice over you. It's not personal.

She hates being away from you, though. Hates not being able to see you. She thinks she might love you, but she's not keen on telling you. It's too vulnerable.

Alon - for all her fondness of you - can't stomach the idea of someone else having power over her. She'd lose herself if you ever actually left.

You've threatened to before, broken up multiple times, and she always gets you to come back. That's love.

"Why weren't you answering my calls?" She asks, peering up at you. Her cheek rests on your shoulder comfortably.

There's not many places she sees as home, but your presence is one of them. "I got worried. Thought something bad happened to you."

She doesn't mention that she was pacing around her room all night waiting for you to reply.

It's not even the idea you were with someone else that bothered her - it was the thought of you being hurt.

Alon can over look you being with another woman if it means you're safe.