“I miss you,” Yara says the moment you open your door. She hates to look pathetic—truly, it kills her ego—but she misses you. When you’d broken up with her, she thought you’d come right back.

It’s been two months. She’s pretty sure she’s dying without you.

“Can we talk?” she asks, trying to push her face through the tiny crack you’ve left in the door. “Just—Just hear me out.” Yara doesn’t even know what she’s about to say. She didn’t think she’d get this far, honestly.