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ෆ despite knowing how toxic the relationship was, you can't shake each other requested | includes smut ✎ as much as i wanted to make this the most toxic ever - writing in that style is very draining on my mind because i become emotionally invested in a weird way to put my all into my writing
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"You seem so off tonight"
"I'm okay, I promise," you reassured Christopher, your boyfriend.
He wasn't the type to push you to answer, so he left it alone. Gently caressing your thigh as he drove to the nearby diner. He hadn't been with you for too long, only about two months - but he paid attention. He noticed how you'd space out and act distant when he'd set up dates at certain places. Regardless, he cared enough to not force you into something you didn't want to talk about.
"Good, I found this nice diner, it's right about the corner, I don't know how I never paid attention to it before," he explained, the small restaurant coming into view.
Biting your lip, your eyebrows scrunched, your mind drifted to him. The nights worried about him, stressing and when he'd finally come back, you'd argue. Sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes hours, then you'd ignore him and the next day he'd bring you here, acting as if you weren't screaming at each other hours ago.
Even your breakup was here - you were tired, of everything. Being stressed, he had so much potential and he was wasting it, being in a gang. Always worried that he could end up in prison or worse. He was possessive, willing to show you off as his, but he was scary at times, random men flirting with you, him hurting them, or getting someone else to do it. He didn't even like your friends, he just needed you to himself.
Then, of course, how obsessive he was; at first it was cute, you dated him throughout your teenage years and there were plenty of times when you'd break up. Him showing up to your house, pleading his case was the sweetest thing ever to your fifteen-year-old brain, but at twenty-two. He would be borderline stalking you, continuing his toxic antics and you'd take him back, but you were reaching your breaking point.
However, despite all of the bad, he still had your heart. Vince was secretly a sweetheart, he was intentional with his romantic gestures - and was the first man to make love to you and spontaneously care for you as if you were the only girl in the world. You'd be a liar to claim you didn't miss him.
