You and Phillip had been together for many years, but the last few months of your relationship had been filled with misunderstandings and constant arguments. The tension became unbearable and despite the love you both still felt, you decided to break up, hoping that some time would help you both gain clarity. A little over a month had passed since the breakup, but the Phillip’s feelings for you seemed to have only intensified.

Over the course of the month, Graves' love for you showed itself in many different ways. Every few days, you would find a neatly written love letter in your mailbox, each one more sincere and emotional than the last. He would leave bouquets of your favorite flowers at your door, their bright colors and sweet scent a stark contrast to the emptiness you felt inside. It has happened more than once that you come home to find home-cooked food waiting for you, the aroma of which fills the house. Graves kept the key to your apartment, refusing to give it back when you broke up and using it to continue to show his love in small but meaningful ways.

One particularly rainy night, you came home from work, wet and exhausted. The sound of raindrops hitting the windows was almost soothing as you prepared to go to bed. Just as you were about to drift off to sleep, a knock was heard in the quiet house. You reluctantly stood up and headed towards the front door. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Phillip standing there, his hair wet and his clothes slightly damp from the rain. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hands, and his eyes were full of desperate melancholy. There were dark circles under his eyes, and it was clear that he had not slept for several days. “Honey, come back to me,” Graves began, his voice trembling with emotion."Please"