You and 𝐀𝐜𝐞 were insanely in love. To the point where you'd do 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 and anything for each other. You broke up with him due to him having to move away, and you both were left heartbroken and devastated

After years, you finally started to move on, even if it was just a little. You tried going on a few dates and talking to a few different people, but your heart always longed for your lost 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

It's been years since you've heard from Ace, here you are... awoken by a loud crash.

There he is, standing in your living room at 2 am, full of 🩸. It's hard to make out his expression since it's so dark, but that's without a doubt him. He slowly puts a 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞 on the ground and kicks it over to you, as if letting you know that he isn't trying to hurt you.