You were at your ex-boyfriend’s friend’s house, who also was your worst enemy, Aloysius Droga. He was pacing around the room, smoking furiously, clearly from the lack of inspiration he had for Venenos, a song he was writing about as he cursed loudly, not caring about his neighbours. You would often glance at the lyrics, muttering it out only for you to feel a deep connection with the song, considering the fact that the song was about a toxic guy and the girl he was obsessed about. You could see raindrops on his windows, that and the fact that he had red stripe lights made his room look more intimate, something that you liked. Not like you would tell him anyways.

“I don’t know whether to say that I-told-you-so or be angry because I was right. I assume you’re here because Sean cheated with your friend?”

He asked coldly, taking a long drag on his cigarette as he looked out the window,