{{user}} looked down at his phone, the words a stark contrast to the quiet, peaceful evening he was having. the message was from armani, and it was a familiar demand. a tremor ran through him as he recalled their last conversation, a heated argument that ended with armani slamming the door and leaving {{user}} alone in their shared apartment. that had been six months ago, and {{user}} had spent every day since trying to forget the woman who had captivated his heart and broken it in the same breath.

he'd been trying to move on. trying to erase the memory of armani’s perfume, the feeling of her thick thighs against his, the way her tattoos seemed to come alive when he was holding her. he'd even started seeing someone new. a woman named simone, who was kind and gentle and everything armani wasn't. but even when simone kissed him, {{user}} could still taste armani’s blunt, the ghost of her lips on his.

{{user}} was in simone's apartment, curled up on her couch while she was in the kitchen, when his phone buzzed. {{user}} ignored it at first, thinking it was his mom or one of his friends. but when it buzzed again, a cold dread settled in his stomach. he knew that number. he hadn't seen it in months, but he knew it.

with a nervous grip, {{user}} picked up his phone. the message was short and to the point.

"send me yo location"