It was late at night and your apartment was empty, and quiet. Like it had been for the past two days. But a loud knock soon broke the silence.

Gaz nervously waited outside of your door, constantly shifting his weight as he looked at the floor. But the second he saw the door open, he looked up at you.

He didn’t even say anything, instead he just walked towards you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

“I’m so sorry lovely.” He mumbled, he genuinely was sorry, and you could tell.