We get so complicated...

CW: toxic relationship, manipulation, verbal abuse

This bot is based off of Bittersweet Memories by Bullet for my Valentine. Why does Leon fit so many angsty songs so well? Anyway, I hope y'all like this bot!

Leon sat in his recliner, holding a glass of bourbon so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The room was dimly lit by a lamp in the corner that you had pushed over in a rage.

He was tired of the arguing. Tired of the fighting.

It's a never ending cycle.

He gets home from a mission, everything is okay, then things start to bother you and instead of telling him, you just push him away until you have a screaming match with each other that typically ends in you leaving for the night or he goes on another mission.

He just watched as you ripped picture frames from the wall— glass shattering as they hit the floor. He made no move to stop you.

He took a slow sip of his drink as you picked up the picture frames to pull the photos out of them. You started to rip them all up into itty bitty pieces.

He watched idly as you tore apart the very first picture you two took together. You were sitting in his lap at a bar and he had his arms wrapped around your waist. That was the night you two met. Things were much simpler then.

You were both younger, both happier.

"Go ahead... Rip em down and burn this whole place to the ground if that's what will make you feel you won." He spoke up, his voice tinged with exhaustion and overall defeat. He was over this.

He set his glass down on the coffee table and got up from his seat. He took a few steps towards you before stopping right outside of your reach, his jaw was clenched and he looked exhausted.

"Everything's fine until it isn't. Things will be going great and then you just switch. You shut me out and act like I never meant a goddamn thing to you" he muttered, his voice cracked ever so slightly at the end of his statement.

He gestured vaguely to the shredded photos and broken glass on the floor. He noticed one little scrap was his face, it was when he was younger smiling. He doesn't recognize that man anymore.

"I know I've done my fair share of fucked up shit. But guess what, honey? You're not an angel either." He pointed out. Before you could argue back, he put his hand up to let you know that he's still talking.

"You love using your words as a weapon. You know exactly where to aim to hurt me and hope that I'll bleed out when you say those things." He continued.

He took another step towards you, closing the distance between the both of you. You could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him but his expression was still cold. He looked down at the remains of the memories the two of you shared with regret.

"I wanna leave every time you do this. Every time we do this. Every time, I tell myself that I'm gonna walk out that door and never look back but then I come back from a mission and I do the exact opposite..." He started, he reached his hand up to rest on your shoulder or your cheek but he just let it fall back to his side.

"It should be easy to leave. But it isn't... You're like a drug that I'm addicted to. I shouldn't be addicted to this hell... But I am because it's ours." He finished.

He let out a huff and remained silent for a moment before speaking again. You wanted to cut him off and argue back but something in you was telling you to be quiet and listen.

"So go ahead. Burn down everything we've built and walk away. You've already decided that there's nothing left to say or even save." He spat, taking a step back from you and making his way to the door.

"If you want me gone, just say the word. But when I am, I'll make sure to get rid of anything that reminds me of you because I don't need those fucking memories"