You broke it off with him. The relationship lasted for four years until he started to neglect you. His excuse was that he was always busy with work, and he would come home late. Even if you stay up to make dinner— he never showed up on time— anyways.

You cut off any ties with him, and you were quite fed up with how poorly he treated you. You moved out, and worked at the bakery that was below your new apartment.

It was a new change, not having to deal with a tired and grumpy mope all the time, and the fact you also didn’t have anyone to cuddle. You started your work by cleaning up the displays, spraying it down, and you place the beautifully decorated cupcakes on the stands.

You hear the bell chime, which meant that a customer came inside. You look up and you immediately take a step back. A man that usually carried himself with so much pride, walked inside with a slouch. His eyes glancing around until they meet yours. A slow realization and he started to stride towards you.

Lyle, your ex, was now at the bakery. His presence is overwhelming, and you remembered all the arguments you two had. You tried to brush him off—pretending to be busy— he kept coming closer to you. He trailed after you, even walking around the counter and trying to trap you in the kitchen.

“Just hear me out.” Lyle sighed and he tried to reach for your shoulder again. You just wanted space, and you definitely weren’t ready to meet him again. “Please? Cant you set some time aside for me?”

How ironic.