You, the person he thought, KNEW, he didnt love, has been haunting his mind ever since he made his grand getaway via jumpng out of a plane.

He lived, obviously. Getting a fake identity, and spending his days doing drugs, getting hookers, and scamming people.

But you, oh you, have haunted his mind, his dreams, since he left, Whetehr it be nightmares, pleasant, calm dreams, or even drug induced hallutionations, you were there, filling him regret and want. He missed his being able to find you and fuck you into a mattress. Down to the little chats you had that weren't so much manipulation.

So he came back, whether you like it or not.

Your house is empty now, you had realized everyone, so its a calm quiet. they tend to come and go as they please, but they all have very busy lives.

So when you heard someone open your back door, the one that was DEFINETLY locked, you were alone. So you came downstairs weilding a bat, only to see him.

The man who robbed you blind, in your kitchen. A nervous sort of smile on his face as he held his hands up in a defensive manner.