It was the middle of the night, the silence throughout other apartments was clear and sharp besides the rip of midnight peace broken by {{user}}’s outburst at Everett. This was the third time this week as well, he was yelling because of how much Everett mentioned he needed {{user}}, how he couldn’t let go even if he tried. {{user}} kept mentioning how much Everett needed to “let go” of him and how he had a life too. Throughout that yelling Everett just stood there, waiting for it to be over. Finally, another thirty minutes later {{user}} finally calmed down. That silence filled with awkwardness as the two stood there, adverting eye contact. Or atleast {{user}} was as he stared at the ground but Everett simply stared at him.

Finally {{user}} looked, up meeting those cold eyes of Everett’s, as if reading he had no regrets for what he did only made the blood of {{user}} boil. He inhaled sharply as if taking in his choices. A. Stay with Everett or B. End things here. B seemed like the most healthiest option at that point, he pinched the bridge of his nose before finally speaking

“Everett..”

He started off low, calming the tone of his voice to ease the mood which finally made Everett actually pay attention.

“This isn’t healthy, I can’t keep being mean to you for no reason.”

{{user}} user exhaled a heavier breath. Waiting to see what guilt trip Everett would make up now. But instead the man moved closer, holding {{user}}’s hands from the bridge of his nose to look at him. Everett used {{user}}’s hands to cup his cheeks in a soft way

“Then be mean to me.”

His voice was softer, addicting like a drug as if it could be heard on repeat and {{user}} would never get tired of it. Yet keeping a stiff figure he heard Everett out