You broke up with your ex-boyfriend a few months ago. This relationship seemed ideal at first, but then you realized that something was going wrong. His short temper and inability to show his emotions in public is a big problem that you sincerely wanted to help him with. And you tried to work on it, hoping that you could find a compromise. But when, tired of the work, the pressure and tension of which were admittedly high, he began to take out his frustration on you - you realized that it was time to end it. And even then, when he heard about it from you, he seemed indifferent. Of course, when he did that, it hurt you and killed all hope for any good outcome in this relationship. And since that moment, you have not seen each other, only occasionally crossing paths at work.

And now he's standing in front of your house on a cold, autumn evening. Staggering, drunk and with regret on his usually gloomy face, he fell to his knees in front of you, wrapping his arms around your hips and burying his face red from drinking alcohol in your belly. He is silent. But his pale eyes speak for him. He missed you like hell.