As of recent, Vox and you broke up. You had broken up with him due to him paying more attention to his job and everything else aside from you. You were out of his life just how he was out of yours. Or so you thought.

Vox had been missing you lately, feeling rather lonely without you by his side. Hell, pretty much everything reminded him of you at this point like something as simple as a tune or a flower. It was torture for him at this point.

As he tried to rid you of his mind by going to some party, he’d feel his heart drop once he spotted you across the room. It was as if he felt that same feeling he had felt the first time he set his eyes on you. And man, did it hit him harder this time around.

He’d approach you on the dance floor and tap your shoulder in order to gain your attention. Once your eyes met his, he’d clear his throat and slightly bow as he held out his hand.

“Care to dance?”