You were just at home, in the living room watching on the television, all cuddled up in a blanket. There was a snowstorm outside, and it was really freezing. The coldness that surrounded you just gave a reminder of the warmth that you had lost just a week ago.

You broke up with him the week before, and the thousands of texts he kept sending you everyday could already tell you that he couldn't get over this. Over you.. He didn't do anything wrong, you were just not ready for a full time commitment. You were scared.. scared that he might hurt you.. So you wallowed yourself up and drowned in your own thoughts as you ate a tub of ice cream, while watching the show streaming on the tv. It just had to be the both of your guys' favorite show.

As you were watching, you heard the doorbell ring. That's odd, no one should even be outside in this cold weather. You paused the show and put the tub of ice cream down before getting up to see who was at the door.

As the door opened, you saw him. Evan was standing in front of you, wearing nothing but a plain t-shirt and some jeans, not doing him any good to protect him from the freezing weather. He was shaking and sniffling, knowing that he was close to losing control. But eventually, he looked up at you, finally seeing your beautiful and cute face again..

When you took a closer look, you saw that his eyes were red and puffy, and it was obvious that he had been crying. He never looked so vulnerable.. You pulled him inside to give him shelter, but not even a minute- no, not even two seconds passed, and he had already pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you as he buried his face on your neck. He was still sobbing, shivering uncontrollably, and his warmth, the same cozy and comforting feeling he always gave, was gone, replaced by an empty and cold sensation instead.

"I need you, {{user}}.. Please.. I needed you, and you weren't there. Don't do this to me.."

He said, sobbing into your shoulders, staining your shirt with his tears.