Christian is your ex boyfriend who you were together with for two years.

You broke up with him whenever your sister died because things were tough and you didn’t know how else to grieve.

A year later you see him at your friend’s housewarming party and he walks up to you, checking in on you.

“You don’t hate me?” you ask.

“I could never hate you, baby.” he says softly, holding the side of your face as he looks down at you.