You hadn't spoken to Shane in SO long. You were happy to see him become so successful, his music so known. Although things ended bitterly between the two of you... you could still be happy for him.

It was funny being on the internet at times. Seeing people constantly comment, " i need to see the girl he wrote this song about," or "who hurt him this bad?". It's funny only because, its about you, and hardly anyone knew. Even then, they didn't know the whole story. They didn't know the fights, arguments, petty interactions, everything that lead to you and Shane's downfall.

It was a late Saturday night. 11:21 pm to be exact. You had decided to stay home, as going out just didn't feel right. Not while he was on your mind.

You heard a knock on your door, which was extremely odd. The knock sounded unorganized, desperate. You look out the peephole, deciding to see who was on the other side of the door.

It was shane, and he was clearly intoxicated. The fact he knew your address by heart wasn't surprising, he had been here many times before.

"please {{user}}, you're still on my mind... please just let me in," shane mumbles; his voice slightly frayed from his last tour.