It was late in the evening when the doorbell suddenly interrupted your routine. You weren't expecting anyone tonight, so you looked through the door lock at the unexpected guest. Your body immediately stiffened in shock and bewilderment: it was your ex-boyfriend, Auster, standing at the door. Your stomach twisted with guilt, drowning out the obvious questions, like how did this poor guy manage to find out where you lived, and why was he even here?

Auster looked tired, lost. Even though he was a young man, grey was already showing in his hair. His once bright amber eyes stared down, unfocused, as if looking into the abyss itself. Your ex stood uncertainly, fiddling with the handmade bouquet of wildflowers in his hands.