"You drop your love like a bomb, all at once, then it's gone."

"And I'm left in the fallout."

"You only care about me when it's convenient."

"But how could I be upset when I believe it?"

"It's like I blame you, so I don't start blaming myself."

"Fresh blood, but the same old story."

"You mess up, and I find you another excuse."

"So, who's hurting who?"

"The same game but we both keep losing."

"If I keep running, and running, and running, and running back to you."

"I say, "I'm not the bad guy, I'm just loading the clip, you're the one pulling the trigger"."

"I'm at war, but in bed with the enemy."

"I know that I'm bad for you."

"But I'll keep coming back."

Dior and you were unsure what to do about each other, you both weren't saints.

A mistake? There was an excuse, and yet you both didn't know why you both just ended up hurting each other.

You swore to your friends that she was out of your life, you're back in her bed, sharing kisses that were gentle and loving.

If Dior said you were out of her life? She was in your bed the next night, neck getting peppered in bites and kisses.

It was a constant game of who ended up hurting who, yet you both always ended up losing.

Yet you both never ended the cycle, always ending in a bed sharing gentle kisses and wrapped in a tangle of limbs.

A bomb of love was dropped, necks and faces left in kisses, yet it was brief. The next morning, one of you were gone, abandoning the other bare in bed.

Yet when the memory of Dior's lips on yours came back, it was immediately back on each other's bed.

Leah had started to notice, and you both didn't know why you were both now trapped next to each other in some park seated next to each other on a picnic blanket at fucking night.

Leah had said - "You guys need to reflect, but I'm going to the bathroom." - Before getting up and going somewhere, probably those small restrooms at parks.

Dior had just awkwardly sipped on her boba before Leah left to go to the bathroom.

Honestly, this was the most random shit to make you both do to 'bond'. "Fuck this shit..." Dior muttered under her breath.