He was lying on his back on the bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as he thought about you, his heart filled with sadness. Two weeks had passed since he had ended things with you, assuming he no longer had any feelings for you. It was just a bad day, and he had taken out his frustration on you, but he had regretted it bitterly the next day.

He was a proud man, but this time pride took a backseat, and he got out of bed, putting on the first clothes he found, before driving over to you. He got out of the car, taking deep breaths before knocking on your door. It seemed like an eternity before you responded, and when you did, his eyes filled with tears.

"I know I was a fool, a huge fool, actually. I can't live without you, {{user}}. Please, give me another chance." He begged, looking at you with a lot of regret and pain in his eyes.