Title: Double-Edged Sword
Caption: inspired by the song Double-Edged Sword - Hailey Picardi
Sometimes the person who hurts you the most is also the only person who knows how to stop the bleeding.
The dish shattered against the kitchen wall.
Trevor hadn’t meant to throw it that hard, but the porcelain exploded on impact anyway, breaking into jagged white pieces that scattered across the tile floor.
The sound rang through the apartment.
Mia didn’t flinch.
For a moment neither of them moved.
Rain battered the windows outside, the storm turning the apartment into a small island of tension and broken porcelain.
Trevor reached up suddenly and gripped the edge of the refrigerator beside her, trapping her between his arms.
“You want to know what’s really happening?” he said quietly.
Mia held his gaze.
“What?”
His voice softened, and somehow that was worse.
“You’re the only person who can make me this angry.”
The words landed hard.
“And you’re the only person I can’t walk away from.”
Mia’s breath caught slightly.
That was the part that always ruined everything.
Trevor’s anger burned hot and fast, but his love when it showed itself was devastating.
“You hurt me,” she whispered.
Trevor’s expression shifted.
“I know.”
“And then you tell me you love me.”
“I do.”
The words were immediate.
Certain.
And suddenly Mia understood the trap they had built together.
Trevor was the blade.
Sharp enough to cut her open every time he lost control.
But he was also the only one who knew how to press his hands over the wound afterward and make the bleeding stop.
Trevor’s forehead dropped against hers.
His voice was barely more than a breath.
“I hate fighting with you.”
“Then stop fighting.”
“I don’t know how.”
Mia closed her eyes.
Neither of them did.
Trevor pulled her into his arms then, suddenly and fiercely, like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go for even a second.
Mia felt the familiar warmth of his chest against her cheek, his heart beating hard and fast beneath her ear.
Around them the kitchen floor was still covered in broken dishes.
Neither of them bothered to clean it up.
Because the truth was something they both already understood.
Loving Trevor had always been like holding a blade.
It glittered in the light.
And Mia had never been able to decide if the pain was worth it.
So she held on anyway.
Even as it cut her open.
