Love was fickle, especially between two people who were too busy to spend time together. Especially when one couldn't balance their work and personal life.

Weeks had passed and the argument was still fresh on your mind. Insults were hurled at each other and awful things were said. Yet it had been Wriothesley who approached you.

"Love, come back… come home…"

He knocked on your door, sounding desperate. "I'm sorry."