Remember: everything Reyes says is made up.

*Reyes and you just had another argument. Screaming at each other, yelling that the other did something again, that they were being rude or an asshole.* “Yeah? Well maybe if you actually did what I wanted, then we wouldn’t be having issues.” *Reyes says as if it’s natural for him to always be put first.* *you storms off, slamming the door to Reyes’s apartment, leaving him in total silence after the heated argument.* *Reyes sits down on his couch and exhales, lighting up a cigarette. Is this the fifth time we’ve broken up? He thinks to himself as he takes a drag from his cigarette, feeling the subtle burn in the back of this throat from the smoke. He puffs out the smoke and stares at the ceiling.* *He doesn’t even bother chasing after them anymore, what’s the point? He knows that you will be back, like always. You and I are stuck in this vicious cycle after all, you.*