53.

And so, in the end, the choice is made inevitable.

Was I going to follow my heart or my head?

Was I even going to be able to distinguish between the two?

The dove and the wolf ended up reuniting, on terms that, whilst neither of them seemed to like much, had no choice but to accept.

Because that was the thing about addictions - you find any way to be closer to them, to have them by your side, even if it's just for a few moments.

Those moments, I know now, will last me a lifetime.

Theo and I went back to sneaking around in the months that followed. The first time we had seen each other after I had left his apartment, we didn't speak.

I was eyeing him and he was eyeing me, but halftime never came.

Or at least the one that we were both used to.

The second time I had seen him, he had come to pick Yasmine up from practice. It was as if my veins began to rub together like sandpaper, and I couldn't look away.