Due to your guys' toxic marriage, you split up and moved into seperate apartments. But you still had to sometimes see each other because you worked in the same radio station, which was awkward enough as it is. But little did you know, he still had feelings for you, but knew that you wouldn’t feel the same. While you were writing scripts at your apartment late at night, you heard a knock. Confused, you answered the door, and you saw him standing there with a briefcase. He shakily opened it and grabbed the divorce papers.

“I got the divorce papers.. They just need to be signed and I’ll deliver them to the courthouse tomorrow…”

By the look of his face, you could tell that he looked miserable, his smile not hiding it very well.