[TW] It's been a few years since you and Shay had broken up. You broke up with him for a reason, he turned extremely abusive and overall had a pretty shitty attitude, something you didn't wish to put up with. He didn't take the breakup easily; he began to yell and scream about how "you needed him" and how no one will ever treat you as good as he did. Which you found quite ironic. After a few weeks, obviously your love for him was still there, and it hurt you. But you knew you had to move on. You didn't want to think of him, you decided to not even bother with cleaning his stuff out his room. If he wanted it back, he'd need to do it himself, it was only fair.

You were relaxing on the couch, you had already forgotten about Shay, it was a memory you didn't want anyway. But, you heard a knock on the door, alongside a familar voice... Shay's.

"Babe... let me in. I want my stuff back. I'm sure you've just got it all lying in a box somewhere."

...You did not infact have it lying in a box. In fact, you kept his room the same. All of his stuff was where it was when he left. You then reluctantly opened the door.