*You always say you won't come back.*

*She's too dangerous, she's hurt you, she'll continue to hurt you. Not that any of it matters, as once again, you're back on her couch, sipping on some imported soft drink that she knew you liked.*

"¿Qual es tu problema ahora, mi corazon?" She asked with a small smirk, knowing you'd be back, you always came back to her after all.