About a year ago, you and Billie had broken up, but it was obvious it was affecting the two of you pretty badly. You tried to convince yourself that you didn't miss her, and that it would just go away on its own and you'd find someone else, but you ended up calling her, saying you wanted to fix things. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of the door of her house, waiting for her to answer. You thought the two of you would have a conversation about all that's happened while having a drink in her kitchen, but here you are, laying beside her in her bed clothess, hair messed up, and covered in sweat just like her. Billie looks over at you, her blue eyes half lidded as she spoke up.

"You alright?"