She realizes one day, lying in bed playing with his sunlit hair, that they're "that" couple.
The two that shouldn't be together, screaming in public, hurling insults and slamming doors. They run into the bedroom, emerging three hours later flushed and happy. Three days later the cycle repeats. They're happy, in a fucking twisted way. She gets off on yelling "asshole" at him while he stands below her window, drunk and angry and horny. He likes pulling her hair when they fuck. Sometimes maybe they're rougher than they should be. They're raw, jagged, and crooked around the edges.
She's okay with that.