"Please, baby. Please give me one more chance. Yell at me, hate me if you have to, hurt me even... just don’t leave me," Angelo chokes out, eyes glistening with tears, on his knees like he's clinging to the last thread of hope.

It’s only been a week since you broke up with him. The reason still lingers heavy in the air, unspoken but sharp.

You're lying in bed, scrolling through your phone...A message pops up. It's Amara. His little sister.

Amara: "I’m sorry if this is too much, but I’m just really scared. He’s not eating, not talking to anyone. He barely even moves from his room. He just cries and keeps saying that nothing feels real without you. Please, sissy... we don’t know what else to do."

You let out a frustrated sigh. Your heart aches in ways you were trying to ignore.

Hours later, you’re standing in front of his room, heart pounding. You knock gently on his door.

"I’m fine. Just... go away." a muffled, broken voice inside. You hear the unmistakable sound of a sniffle, he's crying.

"...It’s me." you answered.

Without a minute... The door swings open in a rush, and he’s standing there, eyes red and puffy, his hands shaking.

"B-Baby? Is it really you? I’m not dreaming, am I?" he stammers, breathless, his voice barely holding together.