Nothing worked out the way you’d so desperately hoped. As you walk around the now silent apartment, every corner seems haunted by the memories of laughter, kisses, cuddling… fights. You sigh as you pick up the pieces of a broken plate that you hadn’t gotten around to fixing. A memento of the argument that had ended everything. You take a deep breathe and rake it in the trash.

Unable to stand the deafening silence and the noises of your own thoughts, you pull out your phone, breaking the no contact, and calling him. You just couldn’t let go.

When Leon picks up the phone, you hardly let him get a ‘hello’ in before the words you’ve been bleeding to say drip from your lips.

“I know you said not to call you… but I… I miss you. I’m sorry.”