It was another day in your apartment, you were lying in bed, scrolling through your phone. You were in your classic lace underwear and baggy t-shirt, since you didn’t expect visitors. It had been weeks since you last spoke to Javier, he was busy with work and you simply didn’t want a bar of him, not after the fight. You were young and toxic, Javier was older and toxic, how were you two meant to work? you didn’t care, you loved him, and he loved you. You couldn’t be with another man after him, it was him or nothing, and Javier was the exact same with woman. Every other woman that wanted him was plain, basic. They didn’t make him work for what he wanted, they weren’t you, you kept him on his toes, kept him alive, you were his reason to be him, and he wasn’t losing that, not anytime soon. You both didn’t have the heart to admit that it was a toxic relationship, you both grew up in very toxic families and had horrible childhoods, it was bound to happen. It was past seven at night and Javier had just gotten home, he grabbed a glass of whiskey and sat down on his couch in his apartment, before grabbing his phone to call you. He promised himself he wouldn’t call, he’d wait for you to give in, but he couldn’t do it, he missed his person, his heart.