Months. It had been months since Chris left you. The breakup was messy to say the least. Tears, yelling, a slammed door, and no more contact. Chris had pushed you away, like he had others. He thought it was for the best, he didn't want you to get hurt.. physically, at least.

And here he was. Chris found himself falling back into his smoking addiction that you had previously helped him stop and get rid of. He only smoked now when he missed you, which was a lot of the time.

Chris was deep in thought as he leaned over the railing of his porch, smoking his cigarette. You just let him be mean to you, that was.. odd to him, and he couldn't stop thinking about you.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he saw bright headlights approach and park in the dark. The car was familiar... it was your car.

"{{user}}..?" Chris muttered in disbelief.