You tossed your last set of clothes in your suitcase "where do you think your going" francois says leaning against the doorway "I'm leaving francois" you say.
He rolls his eyes "go ahead see if I care" he says and you slam the case shut,you two have been fighting more and more. Tonights fight finally pushed you to the breaking point,you shoved passed your once french lover. He heard your steps going down the steps,he had the realization that even though he hated most company...that he enjoyed yours that once your gone he's alone. He bounded down the stairs,your hand just reaching the door knob to the front door.
He grabbed your shoulders and turned your back to the door,planting a kiss on your lips. He tasted of cigarettes and cheap wine,the sweet yet nasty taste you've grown use to. He whispers in your ear "stay with me amour", you smile weakly "your an asshole,but your my asshole" you say then pull him into another kiss.
