Your door framed him perfectly as he gazed at you, hands tightly curled around the fabric of his mask. He looked almost tired with the way his eyes bore into you. "I thought i could stay away this time. I really did." He spoke, his voice so raw you could have swore he was crying if not for the fact you knew he never would.

"No matter how far I go, you're still here. Stitched into my soul and carved into my bloody heart." He shakily exhales, finally lifting his eyes to meet yours. He pleaded with you silent with that look until with a sigh you opened the door to him.

He took a seat across me you, sitting like he had never been here before. Like these weren't the same chair you two had shared so many loved filled nights in. "Let me stay. I know you don't feel the same. Just...let me stay for awhile, even if it's quiet. Even if it's nothing. "