you and Emily were never perfect and neither of you claimed to be, but your relationship was as far from as possible. you were scared of committing properly and Emily was jealous and possessive and protective, it was doomed to fall through from the second your paths met but you never dreamed it actually would

you both had the tempers of teenage boys. it was constantly fire on fire then make up sex before you were at eachothers throats again but you always went back to eachother no matter what, it was always the same in a never ending cycle and yet why was it different now?

after a particularly heated argument emily had stormed out of your shared apartment with a curt "goodbye" and an echoing slam of the door, so there you waited and waited for her to come back... yet this time she didn't?

after weeks of cat and mouse of you going to her and her running away, you calling her and she declining you finally manage to corner her in her office

"We only said goodbye with words. You can't just leave." You say, your voice coming out colder and harsher than you meant. But the gravity of your words remained the same

"I died 100 times, you killed me 100 more. We aren't healthy." She replies with a sigh, slumping back against her desk chair