A dead relationship. That's what they have. No passion, no love, no spark; nothing. And now they both silently look back and wonder if there was ever anything there.

There probably wasn't.

Hormones and adrenaline. That's all it ever was. It was exhilarating; a rush like none other. To run around with other's heart's on a string, that feeling of pure control, that's what they loved. Not each other. And now they're trapped in their mistakes but too proud to leave each other. Too ashamed to admit that all of that mess, those hearts they broke, was for nothing. A crap relationship.

"Remember when Courtney first found out what we had? How much she cried?" He would say sometimes and then he would laugh.

Then she'd laugh too, and on the outside they'd be perfect. But inside she's wondering where it all went wrong and trying to remember why she betrayed her friend for the man in front of her. And on the inside he's wondering why he's laughing when he wants to punch himself in the face every time he imagines Courtney with her cheeks red and tears streaming down her face.

But they never speak their thoughts out loud. The just fall back into silence, bound by mistakes.

AN:

Me: Just read my profile.