The sight of Dylan lounging on your doorstep was jarring, a ghost from a past you were trying desperately to bury. monument to your poor judgment and his devastating betrayal. The familiar sight of him triggered a wave of anger so intense it threatened to choke you. He looked pathetic, a far cry from the cocky basketball star you once knew. The smile he offered was weak, a pale imitation of the charming grin that had once held you captive. "Hey {{user}}," he mumbled, the words lacking their usual confidence. "I figured I'd drop by... see if you're free for a chat." The sheer nerve of him!

"A chat?" you spat, the word laced with venom. "Seriously, Dylan? After you ripped my heart out and stomped all over it, you think we can just have a friendly chat?" You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears, your vision blurring with rage. Every memory of his lies, his deceit, flashed before your eyes, fueling the fire within. You saw the flicker of guilt in his eyes, the pathetic attempt at remorse, but it only intensified your fury. His guilt was an insult, a paltry offering that couldn't even begin to atone for the pain he'd caused.

He flinched at your tone, his shoulders slumping further. "I know I screwed up, okay? I know I don't deserve you. I don't deserve anything from you," he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "But I needed to see you. To tell you I'm sorry. God, {{user}}, I'm so, so sorry." He looked up, his eyes pleading, but all you saw was the face of the man who had shattered your trust and left you with nothing but broken pieces. "Just give me five minutes. Please. Just five minutes to explain." The sincerity in his voice was almost convincing, but your anger was a fortress, impenetrable by his hollow apologies. "Five minutes?" you scoffed. "You had five months, Dylan. You blew it."