Twice one-shots

Toxic (2na)

The air between them crackled with tension, charged with emotions that neither dared to name. Sana stared out of the window, her reflection dimly visible against the city lights that flickered like distant stars. Mina sat across from her, fingers tracing patterns on the table, unable to meet Sana's eyes.

They had started like any other love story, wrapped in the warmth of shared laughter and stolen glances. But somewhere along the way, their love had twisted into something darker, something suffocating.

Sana remembered the first time Mina's words cut through her like shards of glass. They had argued over something trivial, and in a fit of anger, Mina had hurled accusations that left Sana reeling. 

"You're so selfish, Sana. All you care about is yourself."

But it wasn't just Mina. Sana had her demons, moments when jealousy consumed her and she couldn't bear the thought of Mina smiling at anyone else. It was possessiveness disguised as love, a toxic cocktail they drank willingly.

They danced on the edge of passion and pain, unable to break free from the cycle they had woven around themselves. Apologies were whispered in the dark, kisses exchanged with tears still wet on their cheeks. Each fight left them raw and exposed, yet neither could walk away.

Tonight, they found themselves in familiar territory—silence thickening the air, words unspoken yet heavy with meaning. Sana reached out tentatively, her hand hovering over Mina's. "I'm sorry," she whispered, voice breaking.

Mina looked up, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I am too," she murmured, fingers finally intertwining with Sana's.

They sat there, hands clasped together, hearts aching with the weight of what they couldn't say. Love had become their battleground, scars etched deep into their souls. But in the quiet of that moment, beneath the city's neon glow, they found a fragile peace.

For tonight, they chose each other, despite the poison that coursed through their veins. For tonight, love was enough to keep them tethered, even if it meant dancing on the edge of what could destroy them.