it was over.
their relationship- well what was left of it- was the definition of toxic.
it was only a matter of time before one of them breaks it off.
but it wasn't just one sided. no-they were both toxic. both were cheating on each other and lie to their faces claiming that they aren't doing it to make the other feel like absolute shit.
there was no doubt that they loved each other but their love was a type of love you'd see in a movie.
it was slowly killing both of them.
the couple would constantly abuse each other, mentally. they tried everything they could to get through it but nothing worked. the two tried couples therapy but that just made things worse they needed to break things off before things got physical.
. . .
y/n threaded her fingers through her life long hair as she stared at herself in the mirror. she's been waiting for her boyfriend since he said he'd be back in 10 minutes. "going to the store." it has now been two-almost three hours since he's left.
she was tired of waiting, mentally and physically. she wanted(needed) things to go back to when they stayed out late, got blacked out drunk, mostly sex.
it was amazing.
now it's just fighting, nagging, and little to no intimacy. the most intimate the two got was when they went out and got drunk and hooked up with someone, that wasn't each other.
heavy footsteps trudged up the steps as he made his way to their shared bedroom. he leaned against the door frame and stared at his girlfriend from across the room.
she didn't bother to look up but the smell of cheep perfume was so loud, y/n didn't care at this point. nothing new.
"why are you up?"
"waiting for you. like always." she mumbles that last part. "you said you'd be back in 10 minutes."
"it's been like 20."
"3 hours. it's been 3 hours." she finally looked up at him,
his shirt was all messed up, his pants weren't even zipped, and he had faint lipstick on his neck and little bit on his face.
she didn't even feel like crying she didn't care enough to cry anymore.
it's happened so many times.
other reason why she doest care is because she's been doing the exact same thing.
she sighed and stood up from the bed and went to the closet. she grabbed a bag and stuffed it with some clothes and other things she might need.
"where are you going?" he asked her.
"out." she replied bluntly and zipped the bag up.
y/n slipped her shoes on and walked to the door but was stopped by draco when he gripped her arm tightly.
"where?"
"none of your business." she spat.
he clenched his jaw and pushed her up against the wall. "none of my business? you're my fucking girlfriend. I deserve to know where you're going."
"you also deserve my foot shoved up your ass but you don't see me doing that," she hissed and crossed her arms over her chest.
he sighed. "just tell me where your going."
"not that it's any of your concern but I'm staying at a friends house tonight. I'd rather not be here right now." she replied in a monotone voice as she looked at anything but him.
he gripped her jaw and turned her face so she was now looking at him.
he kissed her lips softly. "you know I love you right?"
she fucking hated when he would say those three words because she knew he didn't mean them. she felt that he said them juts to make her happy but the smile that spread across her face couldn't be contained.
"yeah."
he smiled softly. "coming back tomorrow?"
"mhm" she nodded and he kissed her lips again, loosening his grip on her jaw.
"love you."
she sighed. "love you too."
