A/N: Sorry guys, I know I haven't updated Reunion en France yet. I definitely will as soon as possible, I'm just stuck in this chapter, I'm sure you all understand. I've written the final chapter though, and I definitely want to finish it!

This is kinda a weird fanfic. It's obviously meant to be ChristophexKyle, but I guess you could try and apply it to whatever pairing you feel fit, seeing as there are no names. I wrote it a 4:00am yesterday night when I was feeling pretty down, so it's full of angst. Enjoy! And thank you for all the reviews and author alerts! Love you guys!

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Love is not happiness.

Love is arguments, bruises and sex. Love is what keeps me crawling back to your bed. Love is the gravel in your voice. It's the teeth in your kiss, the smoke in my eyes, the blood in my mouth. It's the burns on my back and the bites on my neck.

Love is when you tell me you've fucked someone else, it's the feeling of total despair that holds my lungs tight and constricts my breath. It's what makes my blood hot and my brain numb. It's the emotion that binds me to you, even in times like this.

Every bullet I've torn from your body and every needle I've pushed in. Every cigarette you've smoked. Every person you've fucked and killed. Every drink you've drunk, and even that doesn't sum up how I feel about you.

Love is seeing you at your weakest point and acting like I'm still your bitch as I poor alcohol over your wounds and wrap cloth around your waist, and then again when it bleeds through, and again. Love is stealing prescription drugs because you refuse to go to a doctor. It's the blood that stains my carpet, that leaves clumps in your hair.

Love is the pillow I cling to when you're not around. It's the warmth of your carved skin and the taste of your smoky lips. It's when my phone vibrates and I see your name. Love is the insults you growl at me and the punches you throw. It's the sting in my bruises for the days that follow.

Every time I've screamed at you, every kick I've aimed at you, every drop of blood spilt over you, every shard of broken heart.

Love is not happiness. Love is tolerance and stupidity. Love is me and you.

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A/N: Once again, this is a kinda weird fic, but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Reviews would be lovely. Love you all :)