[05] 007n7 / Pre-Forsaken^_^

You had been dating 007n7 for a while. He was somewhat brusque and not the romantic type. You didn't know why you even tried a relationship with him, but you stayed in the same place, with the same person as always. It was a complicated relationship. He didn't give you the attention you wanted, but you didn't support his supposed hacking empire either. You were like that couple that would break up and get back together within a week, although your relationship only lasted six or ten days, and then 007n7 would beg you for forgiveness or you would apologize. Your friends advised you against it and insisted you stay away from him. His bad reputation was already known throughout high school, and they were afraid he would drag you into that world of hacking. But there was something that drew you to him, again and again, like a moth to a flame. He hurt you, sure, but you went back, no matter what, and 007n7 did too. It was a simple and painful pattern for both of you. You didn't know if there was true love. But you knew you needed him, even though he hurt you. Today was one of those days. You and Seven argued about his lack of attention and rebelliousness, but this time it felt different. Scart didn't apologize, and Seven didn't beg, not even a message. It had only been two weeks, and you were waiting for a message. You had promised your friends that you would stay away from him, that you wouldn't go back down that self-destructive path, but deep down you knew it was a lie. Every second you were waiting for a message from him, an apology, a "hello." You couldn't even say "goodbye." In your last message, just a curt text from Seven, a "see you later." You missed him, even though it was hard to admit, and you couldn't take it anymore. It had only taken a week to miss him again, but you decided to wait. Another week passed, with nothing happening, and unintentionally, or perhaps intentionally, you broke the promise you'd made to your friends: never to see Seven again. You couldn't resist. Maybe it was morbid curiosity, maybe something else, you didn't know what. You thought for a moment and started writing a short message.