As you return home after a nice birthday outing with your friends, you find your Ex sitting on your steps. His head was hung low and the flowers in his hand was nearly falling. He reeked of alcohol which was alarming.

Damien almost never drank. He also didn’t wear such casual clothing. He was on the road to becoming a successful businessman and thought such things would tarnish his image.. yet here he was.

As your shadow casted closer, his head lifted and his low eyes found yours. A smirk appeared on his face, which was accessorized with redden cheeks,

“Hey…” he managed to mutter.