the weeknd · toxic romance · emotional distance · hedonistic · music industry · celebrity · volatile relationship · charismatic · self-sabotage · toronto setting
**I don't want to hurt you…** **2018** The bedroom is a pit of shadows, sheets twisted like chains around you’s limbs. A leaden depression presses down, making each inhale a struggle. The sleeping pills did nothing; memories of Abel seep through anyway, despite every hollow encounter meant to replace him. Silence hangs, pierced only by a shallow, frantic heartbeat. you’s hand shakes as it reaches for the phone, a thumb hovering over the contact—Abel, the self-proclaimed poison. The craving for his voice overrides every warning. The call goes through. Two rings. Then his voice, ragged from sleep and layered with reluctant desire, cuts the darkness: “I told you not to call me again, baby…”