A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with something a bit more serious, but important I think. I don't want to say anything else cause I don't want to give too much away, so I'll talk more in the end note,

Anyway, here ya go:

Attraction, lust, love, fear, hurt, sadness, repeat.

She knew the cycle well. It was always the same, over and over again. Love, hurt, repeat.

Love, hurt, repeat.

Repeat.

She should know better by now, but when he showed up to start the cycle again she found herself giving in. Like before. Like always.

It started as it usually did, with attraction. And hell was he attractive. Strong jaw, tanned skin, messy raven hair and green eyes. God those green eyes. She blamed them for starting it all.

It started as it usually did with warm smiles and impossible promises. Promises of love, comfort, kindness. He looked at her with a soft smile and whispered his dreams into her shoulder as they cuddled in the cold night.

It was followed by lust which was followed so quickly by love she wondered when it changed. The passionate kisses starting to lead to something more. Something more physical for him, something more emotional for her. He held her as if she was providing his life source as he moaned her name, she stared at him wondering if he felt what she did.

It was followed by sweet nights and the familiar tug at the heart, a reminder that she was falling all over again. A reminder that she was in love and the cycle was about to continue. But he still held her at night, only leaving in the morning when he had to, it made her feel cared for. She shrugged it off, it wouldn't last. It never did.

Next came fear. The part that realized that he didn't care, that she wasn't enough. It led to hurt pretty soon after that, thinking she was unloved and unwanted. The sadness only came when it was over, when she rid herself of him once and for all and realized that she still wasn't okay.

Then of course, repeat.

But this time the fear was something else. Because it had been a while and he hadn't left, he hadn't stopped caring. His touch was still gentle, never forced. His hugs and kisses still warm, never rough. The look in those green eyes that could only be described as-

No.

This was the fear. That the cycle had stalled momentarily, and she was waiting for it to start again. She was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Why had it stopped? When was it going to pick up again?

He held her in his arms and she feared the day it would end.

This time the hurt was something else. The hurt in forms of tears running down a face, but not hers, his. When she told him about the cycle, about the others. He had cried, and she was shocked to see the hurt pour out of someone else. He had promised then that he would never do that to her. That she would never hit repeat again.

She hoped one day she could believe him.

This time the sadness was replaced by a bubbly feeling in her heart and a smile on her face. Tears only from laughter and ice cream only from dates. He was still the same, still as kind, still as caring.

She saw the promises come true before her eyes and doubt crept into her heart. Doubt of the cycle. Because this time the sadness was replaced by happiness.

This time the cycle had broken.

This time there would be no repeat.

A/N: So there you have it. There are mentions of past unhealthy relationships, but I wanted to write something hopeful given the subject matter. Because sometimes it is hard to believe that things will be better but have hope, there will be people who will be good to you. Don't settle for something less, don't settle for someone who doesn't treat you right. And I know that's easier said than done but idk, I just wanted to spread some hope.

Anyway, what did you think? Did you like it?

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