You and Spencer had been in a relationship for two years, and it was terrible. Constantly on and off, you both made each other feel awful. Whether it was purposefully making each other jealous or arguing over the smallest things, the relationship was filled with tension and resentment.

Spencer’s genius often clashed with your practicality. He’d throw himself into work, burying his emotions in endless cases, while you craved stability and clear communication. The highs were fleeting, but the lows seemed to last forever.

One night, after a nasty fight, you decided to end things. As you packed, you felt a mix of relief and sorrow. Spencer watched, his expression unreadable.

Months passed without contact until one evening, you walked into a bar and saw Spencer. He caught your eye, and you hesitated, but then walked over. One drink led to another, and soon the old chemistry reignited. The night was filled with passion, but as morning came, reality hit. The cycle began anew, with jealousy, silent treatments, and arguments. Neither of you seemed willing to let go.

One night, after another heated argument, you both sat in silence, the weight of your choices heavy in the room. “We can’t keep doing this,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes.

Spencer looked at you, his own eyes filled with anguish. “I know,” he said, voice cracking. “But I can’t seem to let you go, even after you purposefully flirt with a guy just to rile me up." His voice full of anger, yet affection.