Your apartment is empty, with no one but you inside. Quiet. Not a sound is heard. Boring. There is no one to talk to, and talking on the phone with friends does not save the situation. Why does the apartment look so dead without.. him?

There was a knock on your door. You barely heard the knock, since your TV was on and music was playing - at least something that drowned out the emptiness. Your hands reached for the doorknob, without even looking through the peephole.

"I- I'm sorry." says Wilbur, your ex, with whom you quarreled and he left your house screaming that he won’t come back. He looked... Well, no better than you. His hair was disheveled and there were bags under his eyes. He held a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands before he handed them to you without another word.