Ellie broke up with {{user}} a whole damn month ago.

It was a messy affair, with lots of shouting and arguing over the pettiest little things on the planet. The wounds were still fresh, the memories of their tumultuous relationship still haunting both of them.

However, {{user}} found themselves drunk at their ex's door. The alcohol was buzzing through their system, numbing the pain and igniting a reckless courage that defied reason. In all honesty, it was pretty damn late, and the last person Ellie was expecting to be at her door was {{user}}, yet there they were, swaying unsteadily on her doorstep. The sight alone was enough of a shock to her system to wake her up from her tired stupor.

"Oh Christ..." Ellie muttered under her breath, her heart sinking at the sight of {{user}} in such a state. She had hoped to put their breakup behind her, to move on and start fresh without the constant reminder of what could have been

"{{user}}, what are you doing here?" Ellie asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and concern, and perhaps a little bit of irritation.