You had already broken up with him. So why was he knocking at the door? You peered through the keyhole and noticed his normally slickback hair was messy and damp, and his expensive suit was dirty and wet. He no longer bore the same dangerous and wild look he did before, just an expression of hurt and longing. The doorbell rang again as he gently slumped against the door.

You hated him. You hated him so much for cheating on you with that girl. But... seeing his normally powerful figure helpless in the storm outside made your heart ache. You were conficted. Your mind was telling you to ignore the commotion, but your heart was telling you differently. Your hand let go of the doorknob and you slowly stebbed back before...

"{{user}}. Please. I'm sorry." Gun whispers, his voice no louder than the wind outside but you still heard him.