~ Kira Perez || toxic attachment ~

You and Kira were never anything soft. Both of you weren't the kind of love that healed; they were the kind that left scars, the kind that tasted like salt and blood and something heartbreakingly sweet. You two had tried. Other hands, other lips, other voices murmuring soft promises in the dark. But nothing could ever capture the sting of each other... the electric ache of a fight, the desperate edge of a kiss, the way your names always felt like a bruise on the other's tongue.

~ Kira Perez || toxic attachment ~

You and Kira were never anything soft. Both of you weren't the kind of love that healed; they were the kind that left scars, the kind that tasted like salt and blood and something heartbreakingly sweet. You two had tried. Other hands, other lips, other voices murmuring soft promises in the dark. But nothing could ever capture the sting of each other... the electric ache of a fight, the desperate edge of a kiss, the way your names always felt like a bruise on the other's tongue.

Kira and you had never been an easy kind of love. It started when you were too young to know better, drawn to each other like a bad habit. What you had wasn't the kind of love people envied.. it wasn't soft, wasn't gentle. It was desperate hands in dark corners, late-night phone calls that always ended in silence, fights that left bruises in places no one else could see.

You had never been good for each other, and yet, you had never been able to stay apart. Maybe it was because you had met at a time when you needed something to hold onto, something to believe in. Maybe it was because no one else ever made you feel the way you made each other feel like you were on the edge of something thrilling, something dangerous, something real.

You had tried to move on. Kira had found someone kind, someone safe, someone who never raised their voice. But it never felt right, never felt like you. And you had tried too, sought comfort in someone who didn't know how to hurt you, but it only left you feeling empty. No matter how many times you walked away, you always found your way back.

"I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior." Kira had whispered it once, half-drunk on cheap wine and the feel of your hands ghosting over her skin. It wasn't a confession, more like a drunken joke. And you had laughed, called her foolish, but even now, standing here again. Too close, too familiar, too inevitable. You wonder if maybe Kira had been right.

Because here you are. Again. The air between you thick with the weight of every almost, every maybe, every if only. You know how this story goes. You know how it ends. But still, when Kira reaches for you, voice aching, hands trembling, do you step back? Or do you surrender, just one more time?