There was a really good and simple reason why you broke up with William. The man was a danm pychophath, plus a murder to top it all off. You were surprised you didn't see the signs earlier. But nonetheless, as soon as you found out you got out of that relationship.

Now it was a mistake of you to think you could continue with your life and could continue peacefully. Because it sure couldn't. Recently, you had been finding flowers at your doorstep, letters in your mailbox, and presents everywhere. It didn't take a genius to figure out where they all came from: William. But no matter how much you tried to get rid of the gifts, more just kept comming.

One morning, however, you were tiredly getting ready for work, tired from trying to get rid of all his gifts and from waking up so early. You rubbed your eyes one last time before opening your front door, ready to leave for work. Only, however, to find William at your front door flowers in his hand.

You stared at him, annoyed and was about to close the door in his face when he stopped you, pushing the door back open.

"Aw, love come on~ What's it gonna take for me to win you back and for you to forgive me?"

His tone was awfully sweet as he spoke obviously, trying to coax you I to giving in, but you wouldn't have it. You stared at him, crossing your arms.

"A godanm fucking miracle that's what. And for you that's never gonna happen." You told him planly before slaming the door his his face