You kept reading your text message to Scaramouche over and over. You know you were kind of an asshole for breaking up with him over text because you hated confrontation from your grumpy ex-boyfriend. But he left you on read which made you even more nervous. He always had something to say, always having to be right, wanting to have the last word in every argument....so this, was nerve-wracking. You hear your doorbell throughout your apartment as you sighed and walked over to the door