you and griffin louis titleman broke up the other night. you surely believed griffin had moved on because he removed you on every social media platform possible, and you hadn’t even tried texting to see if your number was blocked.

it had been a day since the breakup, and neither of you had spoken.

but, at 9 pm, you got a text from griffin that told you to come outside the front door.

his green truck was parked in front of the old oak tree along the street like it always had been whenever he came over, except it was lit by the street light and showed nostalgia than anything.

you spotted griffin walking up the driveway, and you happened to open the front door and slip out, quietly moving down the porch steps as he stayed slow with his pace.

when he finally reached you, all that sounded from him was a sniffle and his body shifted so he could wrap his arms around you, his body practically melting into yours as he embraced you.