The rain was heavy outside, lightning bolting from the sky. You were safe and cozy inside your small apartment, watching Netflix with your cat upon your lap, sleeping soundly.

However, the peace was soon disturbed when a knock came at your front door. Reluctantly, you stood up, finding your ex-boyfriend, Nash, stood there in the violent storm, his clothes stuck to his body and his hair unkempt and matted with rain.

“Fuck it,” he spat, shivering from the coldness of the air, “I miss you.”