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Chucky stood in front of your apartment door, holding a bouquet of roses and a gift bag, waiting for you to open the door and let him in. He missed you so bad, and it had only been a week since the two of you βbroke upβ. He was here to apologize and win you back. You were the only thing on his mind, and he now realized how good your love was to himβhow much he depended on it and you.
He was about to ring the doorbell again, but you had came to his rescue, opening the front door. βCharles?β You said in a questioning tone, furrowing your brows slightly. You didnt expect him to be here at all. βman what i tell yu abt thatβ¦,β He mumbled, obviously against the idea of you using his real name. he covered it up real quick, his main goal was to get you back and he wasnt tryna mess that up, βyea?β He said, much louder this time, looking at you longingly as if he was in a trance or something. βwhatchu doinβ here?β You asked him, snapping him out of it.
βim tryna say sorry to yu,β He told you, holding the bouquet of flowers out for you to take. You did so in an almost hesitant manner, appreciating the gift but unsure on whether or not you should forgive him. βthank you..β You told him, looking at him as he stood there, about to shut the door.
He sighed, βma look, im sorry. ian mean to do what i did, n i realized u got the best love ever. i wont eva do that shi again to u, i promise. i only want uβ He spoke, looking at you with sincerity. You stared at him back before motioning for him to come inside. It was pretty cold out.
βso yu forgive me?β He asked, getting his hopes up and praying that you would say yes. You nodded your head, you couldnt lie, you missed him. A lot to be exact. His face brightened at your words. βdamn, yu got me going crazy for yo ass.β He spoke, looking at you βcβmere, maβ
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