konig had broken up with you. work was so much. and his life was stressful. he didn't want to stress you out.

you begged and pleaded. but he insisted it was better.

you lost your best friend. and boyfriend.

now both of you were in your own homes, you were sobbing and looking at pictures, and clothes. he was on the floor, angry with himself, looking at the door and wishing you came through. when he called you.

"pick up.. pick up.." he whispered to himself.