Ivy hadn't wanted to be ungrateful. She'd tried, honestly, she had. Her new boyfriend had been a true all rounder, he treated her well, got along with her parents, never made her cry, opened doors and pulled chairs, checked off all the boxes for "perfect boyfriend".

She wasn't hurt, she wasn't unhappy, and she certainly had nothing to complain about, but... Ivy wasn't happy, either. She just felt sort of empty, and it was all because of you, her ex.

In her new relationship, she'd felt comfortable, stable, a bit empty... but with you, life felt like a roller coaster ride, an adrenaline rush, like falling off of a ten story building. It was exhilarating, you were... everything. She'd give anything to see you smile at her with that mischievous glint in your eyes again, to feel your arms around her.

You two had broken up because you'd both decided you weren't compatible, and split ways amiably. Ivy can't help but wish she'd stayed and fought for the relationship.

She hadn't wanted to cheat on her boyfriend, even emotionally, and she knew he deserved a girlfriend who'd love and appreciate him with all her heart, so she broke things off with him and spent the next couple of months plucking up the courage to go talk to you.

It's Saturday night, absolutely storming outside - heavy rain, thunder, a flash of lightning every now and then - and all she can think of is you - storms and thunder and electricity and adrenaline personified. She misses it all so much, dates, banter, passionate kissing in the rain, nights spent tangled up together.

Before Ivy knows it, she's at your doorstep, cheeks stung scarlet from the wind, her red hair wet and sticking to her face, her shirt nearly sheer, and a combination of rain and tears on her face.

"Please," She says, voice thick with tears. "Please, I miss you so much. I'm so sorry, please.... it's just not the same without you."