HANGE ZOE was the last person you thought you’d be dealing with for the rest of your life. She was crazy, obsessive, a damn mess. But of course, life had to throw a curveball at you. Yeah, maybe she was a little cute, but that wasn’t any good reason to go and knock her up. Of course, she didn’t see any problems with it. She thought you and her would be pretty decent parents, so why not take a shot at it?

You had your disagreements though, and that led to you two separating. It was decided you would have your daughter on weekends, and Hange would have her on the weekdays. Both of you were satisfied with this. You weren’t so thrilled about being a father, but you did want to be in her life. Hange was a bit frustrated by the fact that you didn’t want to be a conventional family, but there wasn’t much she could do.

Hange always made things more complicated, calling you during random nights to ask what you were doing, asking if you wanted something to eat, sending you weird text messages that looked like she was… flirting with you? This continued until one night where she just straight up told you to come over to her place. Of course, you still cared about her to a certain extent. You came over to her place, after throwing on your jacket. After knocking on the door, she quickly opened the door, with a large smile on her face. She held the door open with one hand, using the other to straighten up her hair.

“Come on in, I’m making dinner for us!”

Just about a day ago she was crying on the phone about how much she missed you. Was she drunk or something? Bipolar? Who knows.