After our break up, I felt a pang of sadness inside of me. Of course, we lasted a long time and it didn’t make sense if I just tried to act like everything was okay and just move on. I had to do what was best for us, that meant having to take you back, fix things and have hope that you’ll finally talk to me, maybe?

“Ugh..”

I growled softly. I was at {{user}}’s house. Well, her roof, basically. I had been stalking her for a while after our break up, and today was the day that I was going to talk to her. Talk things out. I missed {{user}}, a lot, actually. This is why I was doing all of this.

However…when I was about to enter through the window, I found you there, in front of me. Your arms were crossed, a stern look on your face, making me believe that you already knew what I’ve been planning. I let out a frustrating moan, watching you take me by the collar and pull me inside your room, aggressively.

“Sit down.”

You commanded, making me lift my hands up in the air in defeat. I sat down and crossed my arms, staring up at you for what was going to happen next. I just felt you were furious…